The Mothman Prophecies


Great f'n movie!!
i saw it sat night and it's a pretty freaky movie!it was so weird ta i can't even explain what it is about.
you just gotta see it. trust me


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Yes, this is one scary movie.
What's even scarier is that it's supposed to be based on a true story.


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that was a damn good movie. I saw it twice on pay per view and it gave me the chills every time. I had no idea it was based on a true story. for real? holy S...
Yeah, it's a great movie. I think there's another thread for it here.


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OKay I just saw this movie finally, and I know that the last post here was forever ago, just thought I'd add something.

Interesting, if not down right weird.


In 1978, journalist RICK MORAN was asked to test his theory that journalists are better equipped to investigate paranormal mysteries than those seeking to prove or disprove them. The subject of the challenge was the series of events enshrined in John Keel’s book The Mothman Prophecies (1975). With a small group of fellow researchers, he set out for Mothman’s stomping ground, but did not reckon on the Men in Black.
n 1978, I had just finished a round of radio and television talk shows, playing counterpoint to Jay Anson, then promoting his notorious book The Amityville Horror (1977). Anson claimed that the house was infested with demons, but his chief proof amounted to nothing more than that the haunting had attracted a visit from the Psychical Research Foundation (PRF). Asked to address the staff of the PRF on the Campus of Duke University, I proposed that field researchers looking into cases of the unexplained should adopt the tenets of investigative journalism; to look at the human stories together with the unvarnished facts (insofar as they could be discovered). This might better help us understand strange events than either the logical data and natural scepticism of scientists or the efforts of so-called paranormal researchers looking for proof of their pre-existing beliefs.

After the presentation, one PRF researcher asked me whether I had read John Keel’s book The Mothman Prophecies. I had not, so I was challenged to take a look at the events described therein and to see whether journalistic methods could shed any more light on the mystery.

Beginning in late 1966 and throughout 1967, the village of Point Pleasant, West Virginia, was abuzz with tales of the unexplained. On 15 December 1967, the Silver Bridge that linked West Virginia with Ohio, across the Ohio River, collapsed. These events – which, strangely, ended as abruptly as they began – formed the core of Keel’s investigations and The Mothman Prophecies, first published in 1975, records flying creatures, UFOs, animal mutilations, Men in Black and what we now call experiences of ‘missing time’.

Like Jay Anson’s Amityville Horror, which offered a wide-ranging mix of hauntings and otherworldly phenomena, Mothman seemed to synthesize all UFO-related phenomena into one book. Like Amityville, too, it claimed to be a true story… one that many thoughtful readers felt was too good to be true.

The criteria set by Anson in his own defence of Amityville were simple. On several occasions, during our radio and television debates, he told me: “You’re a journalist, therefore you have to follow the rules of journalism. I’m a writer and your rules simply do not apply to me.” In the end, Anson had a bestseller and a movie deal and several folks were quick to tell me that I had done more to stir up interest in Amityville than Anson ever did.

In looking at Mothman, I assumed the same criteria were in place. John Keel was a best selling author in the field of UFOs and, at first glance, Mothman seemed perfect grist for the mill that fed interest in the unexplained. At least one good friend of mine, Joel Martin – a talk show host for WBAB on Long Island – said that Keel should not be compared with writers like Anson; Keel was a good researcher not prone to hyping, Martin said. And so, in the summer of 1978, just over a decade after the bridge tragedy, I was on the road to West Virginia in a small RV, a well-annotated copy of Mothman in hand and a sheaf of questions in a worn ring-binder under my arm.

Point Pleasant was a congenial little town of about 5,000 people, and still bore the scars of the Silver Bridge collapse. The bridge supports still stood in the middle of the Ohio River (see below) and a plaque now commemorates those who died there in 1967. It was easy to see that the town had grown up around the bridge as it fed traffic across the Ohio River directly into the centre of town. On that fatal day, inbound rush hour traffic had been halted by a traffic signal a block from the bridge and had backed up traffic across it, putting an unbearable load on the old structure.

Of course, Point Pleasant predated the bridge by several hundred years. Once home to Daniel Boone, it saw a great battle on 10 October 1774 at which the Virginians defeated the American Indians. My RV and company of colleagues camped at the battle site – Tu-Endie Wei Park. The treaty that followed the battle stripped Native Americans of their rights to the surrounding lands, forcing them to leave their ancestral hunting and fishing grounds and, eventually, to leave the area altogether. Familiarising ourselves with some basic history and the lay of the land – including a brief visit to the ‘TNT area’ at the heart of the Mothman story – we settled into the camp-ground to plan our next few days.

We agreed early on that the suggestion of a connection between the phenomenon and a curse by the chief of the defeated Indians was not an issue for us to consider. Whether Chief Cornstalk had cursed future residents of the land was immaterial to our investigation, unless we were willing to follow a thread that might tie all UFO phenomena worldwide to ancient curses.

Likewise the Silver Bridge collapse, which so dramatically concluded the phenomenon, was not up for further investigation. Its cause was thoroughly investigated by officials from several state and federal agencies and blamed on a combination of metal wear, structural deterioration, weather, and the weight of static traffic on the bridge at the time; we could add nothing to that. We also agreed that the reported cattle mutilations were now 20 years in the past. Thus we focused on the UFO activity, which included the reported sightings of Mothman during the 13 months prior to the bridge collapse and the associated appearance of Men in Black (MIBs).

However, we immediately hit a problem; our foray into the TNT area (above) had an unexpected effect on two team members. Although we went in broad daylight, my resident psychic said she had a bad feeling about the place; then my usually-analytical research partner admitted that her blood ran cold just driving through the area. I saw that maintaining our objectivity might be difficult We agreed to leave any further visits to the area to the end of our stay.

Early the next morning, I hit the streets, first stopping at a coffee shop in town and then visiting both the police station and the local newspaper office. My colleagues phoned around, trying to locate people mentioned in the book and set up interviews with them. Bringing up the topic of Mothman in the coffee shop had an interesting result; nearly everyone I spoke to remembered ‘the year of the UFOs’ and had a theory about it. Most seemed to know someone directly connected to the phenomenon and were willing to vouch for their veracity. Most residents had seen something, whether it was strange lights in the sky or ‘abnormal’ activity on the outskirts of town during that period. Even the more spectacular claims, they said, were made by people who were not otherwise prone to telling tall tales.

We got a similar reaction at the police station and newspaper office; not one person took the claims lightly, but vouched for the sincerity of those people who told of their ‘close encounters’ with the phenomenon. I was used to scepticism from public officials and professional journalists and finding its opposite was quite unexpected. Even more intriguing was the fact that many people had other stories to tell, ones which were not included in Keel’s book.

I was hoping to find a witness who might further embellish their testimony as reported in the book, or even recant. In my experience, the passage of time allowed witnesses to relax and, as years passed, they were more likely to admit it if they were wrong. Several of Keel’s original witnesses had either moved from the area or had died; but of those we were able to contact by telephone, only one person refused to speak to us.

First, we interviewed those who had witnessed Mothman at close proximity, then those involved with the MIB visits; not one witness swerved from their original account. Statistically, this had to be some sort of record. The deeper our questions got, the more we were convinced that the witness had indeed seen or interacted with something.

One particularly memorable subject, who was up-front about what she had seen, was an older woman who said she had encountered Mothman in her backyard. Her property was close to the boundaries of the TNT area and, hearing a buzzing or humming sound coming from the back of her home, she went out to investigate. It was mid-afternoon, and when she opened the back door she found herself face to face with Mothman, hovering about 10 feet in front of her. Her description was detailed, suggesting something more like a machine than an animal. She had no conscious memory of communicating with the visitor; to the best of her recollection, she simply backed up into the house and closed the door.

This woman was not frightened by what she had seen, in fact she was astonished at her own calmness. On returning to her living room she noticed that the TV show she had been watching prior to hearing the noise in the backyard had ended and the next program was about two-thirds through. More than 25 minutes of time was ‘missing’. She returned to the back door and looked out through the window, but the visitor had gone. Her testimony seemed to rule out any kind of nocturnal creature.

Most of the other encounters, however, took place well after sunset. As suggested in Keel’s book, the TNT area had become the place for teenagers to go for ‘biological experimentation’. In the very first sighting, the terrified witnesses, surprised while parked there, fled back to town at high speed with the Mothman in hot pursuit. Somehow, the creature was able to keep up with the car at nearly 100 mph, according to the witnesses, whose statement to the police is now part of the public record. One older officer, when asked about that report, said that he knew the officer who had written it and swore that he was not the kind of man to put anything in the record that he did not believe happened.

Other witnesses mentioned in the book told of glowing red eyes and a buzzing or humming sound. UFO sightings were even more routine during this period, so common in fact that the local newspaper stopped reporting them on a regular basis. The entire community became desensitised to the phenomenon and spoke matter-of-factly about nightly sightings of UFOs or the latest news on the creature.

You might expect that frightened residents would avoid the TNT area; the opposite happened. Saturday night in Point Pleasant now had a diversion far superior to the local movie house. Dozens of cars flocked to the site nightly in hopes of catching a glimpse of the red-eyed ‘monster from outer space’. If anything, this attests to the widely-held local belief that whatever the UFO was, it was not dangerous. One officer told us that, at times, there were so many sightseers that police officers turned out to direct traffic.

The reaction of residents to the mysterious visitors that followed was not so laid back. The Men in Black were seen and are remembered as truly malevolent individuals, despite their sometimes amusing quirks. More than 10 years after their last visitation, those who had invited the MIBs into their homes still remembered the very real feeling of danger in their presence.

Of course, MIBs were not unique to Point Pleasant; they had been well documented in earlier UFO lore and were being researched. Unlike Mothman, the MIBs sent a shockwave of fear through their contactees. As chronicled by Keel, they arrived in shiny black cars which, like their equally shiny shoes, seemed impervious to the weather.

As the MIBs passed themselves off as ‘officials’ involved in the UFO investigation, their aura of menace was combined with an absurd fascination for quite mundane objects. Keel’s most memorable example is that when offered Jell-O, an MIB saved a sample in a paper napkin, tucking it into his coat. They asked questions about common food items and their speech seemed somehow odd and disjointed. Most importantly, witnesses noticed the MIB had no ears, or seemed to talk without moving their lips. You’d think the witnesses would be terrified, having seen such obvious warning signs, but a strange calm prevailed until after the visitors left; only then did people realise how odd, even horrifying, their visitors were.

Were the MIBs just an interesting sideshow to the Mothman tales? Our team conducted interviews, looked for deviations from the original stories and then departed. One witness told us, as we were leaving her home, that she believed the MIBs’ veiled threats were very real and that anyone looking seriously into the phenomenon was placing themselves in harm’s way. There was little question in my mind that someone or something had toyed with anyone who had directly encountered a UFO.

Eventually, it was time to go back to the TNT area. In fact we made two visits that day, one in daylight and the second late at night. Even in daylight the place was quite surreal. Its domed containment buildings (used for storing the TNT) were stark, looking like rows of igloos. The landscape was criss-crossed by deteriorated roads, their paving broken up by clumps of grass. There were several larger buildings – including a power plant that looks much like Dracula’s castle – and other outbuildings, now gutted and crumbling.

Back at camp, we considered several alternatives. Was Mothman a government experiment, a test of the common man’s reaction to things otherworldly? Maybe, but in 10 years one might expect to see some of that technology surface in the real world. There were other problems with this scenario, such as where such technology was housed and where the support system could be for such a project. It simply did not seem an appropriate theory in this case; Point Pleasant wasn’t Groom Lake!

Perhaps Mothman and his dark kin were mental projections; a mind control experiment of some sort? Theoretically, this kind of project wouldn’t require a large support base. Could it be that those visited by MIBs were actually visited by normal humans who then, somehow, planted the image of earless, non-verbal investigators with shiny black shoes in their stead?

As our campfire debate went on under the stars, the group concluded that this was just too far-fetched. We began, slowly, to consider the reality of UFO activity, an area none of us had ever thought likely before coming to Point Pleasant, and with that possibility came a new idea about the reality of the MIBs.

That evening, we went back to take a last look at the TNT area, now a black landscape. We waited two hours; nothing happened – no flashing red lights from radio towers or buzzing noises from nearby transformers. Nothing!

One team member recalled the old quote from Sherlock Holmes in The Sign of Four: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” As a group, we were well versed in paranormal activity, but this was not just another ghost story and, try as we might, we could not fit the UFO pegs into any of the paranormal holes we were familiar with. If our goal had been to find the common threads between ghosts, apparitions and UFOs, we had failed. If it had been to find another suposedly ‘true story’ woven from strands of fiction, that too had failed.

It was not until we returned to New York that we realised we had, indeed, learned something. As the time came to tell our colleagues at PRF that we had failed to find a chink in the Mothman armour, two occurrences convinced us that we could no longer sit on the fence in this case.

It was never my intention to speak out publicly about Mothman, but the first of the two occurrences caused me to change my mind. Only two days after returning to New York, my children began to complain that there was something wrong with our telephones. In fact, the next time I went to use one of them, the classic clicks and whirs of a phone tap were evident. Next, the kids reported that they were picking up the phone to hear conversations in progress… and the topic was our family.

While this was interesting, I was not overly concerned until a close friend told me the following story. She had phoned and, according to her account, began having a conversation with me. She swore that it was my voice and that the conversation touched upon things that only she and the immediate family would have known. After about 10 minutes, the voice at the other end stopped her and began to laugh “demonically” as she put it. Then it paused and said in a totally different tone, “Oh, you wanted to talk to Rick. Sorry, I’m here all alone with the children.” Whoever it was hung up and my friend’s follow-up call got a busy signal. This was a near impossibility, given that the house had four lines, including one reserved for my personal use only; the system would roll over a call if any of the lines being called were busy. The children were indeed at home, alone, and said they had not been using any of the phones.

This one incident was quite enough but, the very next day, a call was made to my home by a man who told my wife that, if she cared at all about her children, she would convince me to drop my interest in UFOs and forget Point Pleasant. Because of the earlier call, we had a device on all of the phones in the house that would give the phone company information on the source of the caller. But when the trace was finally read, the technician said that the call appeared to originate from within my house – a good trick considering my wife was at home alone that day.

A week after this, I was to be a guest on Joel Martin’s talk show at WBAB on Long Island. The topic for the evening had nothing to do with UFOs or haunted houses; it was about the defoliant Agent Orange and its use in Vietnam, but when I arrived at the station there had been a change.

Joel met me in the lobby of the station, which was unusual. Usually, his producer would be on hand to get me settled in, with Joel busy up to airtime. But this time, Joel was sitting in the hall with his producer and even before he exchanged the usual greetings, he asked me what I knew about MIBs. I was, to say the least, shaken. He told me that he had been visited by a classic MIB, who cautioned him about doing shows about UFOs. Joel had known about my trip to Point Pleasant and the Mothman story. After some momentary conversation, we agreed that it was time to go public. Whenever a journalist feels he is in danger, the best advice is to put everything he knows before the public in the hope that, once it is public knowledge, there is no reason to threaten the source.

That program went off without a hitch and to the best of my knowledge neither Joel, nor any member of my family, were contacted again. The experience was, however, an eye-opener. Having spent a good part of my life reporting about crime and criminals, including covering the mob families of New York, I had never received any threat to my family apart from this incident. The world of UFOs, I had thought, up to that point, was harmless; just part of the wide range of things that go bump in the night. Now, my mind had been changed.

I also came to believe that The Mothman Prophecies was based on very real events and while I still can’t buy the tie-in to either Chief Cornstalk or the Silver Bridge disaster, I do think that the reports of UFOs, Mothman and the MIBs were based on truthful accounts by honest people.

So, what do I think really happened in Point Pleasant over those 13 months? I think that someone or something was involved in a complex human experiment. Whether this project originated with the government or an otherworldly source, I cannot say. The UFOs, the cattle mutilations, Mothman and the MIBs were all an orchestrated experiment, which ended when the Silver Bridge collapsed, shaking the community of Point Pleasant profoundly.


Rush Limbaugh
i loved this movie....even scarier because it is true


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True.... well kind of, if you do some reading on the stories, the movie was obviously hollywood'ed from some creepy accounts from the town.

Dave _from_Kiev

Fat, Drunk, and Stupid IS a way to go thru life.
sounds just like ufo/monster/ghost stories from the 70's/80's stories that cant be backed up with facts. creepy indeed. but I need more to "buy" before I call it great.


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it did everything a scary movie should do. I have seen this movie many many times and I would easily call it great.


Director of Re-Education & Chief Justice
why is every scary movie take place in West Virginia?

great movie
good flick...definitely worth a watch or two...but i wouldnt classify it as a 'great' movie....
I live 30 minutes from Point Pleasant. Mothman always has been a big deal here, and probably always will. Personally I hate going to Pt., because it is a shithole.


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creepy movie... i believe it was made by mark pellington who directed Pearl Jams Jeremy video.