Pleasant

A lonely waitress drives home after her late shift at the local diner, ready to take a much needed vacation to make sense of her life that has recently spiraled out of control. The snowfall is heavy. The roads are slick. By the time she sees the deer in the road, she knows its already too late. She slams on the brakes, the last thing that flashes before her eyes is a blur of scarlet darkness, a sign of her impending doom.

Be it dumb luck, or an act of god—Dahlia's truck spins out of control—rendering both her and the deer unharmed. Standing in the heavy snow, Dahlia can't find the words. She felt the impact, and her front bumper told of the damage. If she didn't ram into the deer. what did she hit?

Several feet away, she sees a figure—sprawled and unconscious in the snow. Its features are terrifying familiar, famous in her town of Point Pleasant. Wicked talons, large wings, and skin the absence of color. Against her better judgement, she takes him home and cleans him up, unsure if his company will be prove to be a fatal mistake... or a pleasant surprise.

The lights flicker around him. His voice purrs with static. His eyes glow an insatiable red. Dahlia finds herself enthralled by him, but its not his sinister presence that alarms her. He can feel her fear, hear her thoughts, sense her desires.

A being transcending time and space. An urban legend in a superstitious town. A creature of myth. Despite the damning evidence, Dahlia finds herself needing to know more. Is The Mothman a harbinger of doom?

Or is he something more?