"The Glowing Man"
Something strange was hanging from the 4th street bridge. A giant of translucent purple pod pulsed and oozed bloody slime. Nobody had noticed. And nobody noticed the slimy hand that suddenly punched out of the sac to tear open a hole. A horrible creature emerged and fell to the ground 15 feet below. With a gasp it took it's first breath of air. Covered in slime like a newborn baby it screamed an unnatural cry that echoed across the land.
It looked vaguely human, although stood over six feet tall and had large faceted eyes, antennae, a long pointy nose and wet wings unfurling from furry body. The creature stood up, stretched out arms and wings, and shook off the thick bloody slime. As it looked towards the rising sun, it felt the hunger take hold. Weak and soaking wet, it could hardly stand. Wobbling on new-legs, the monster fell face forward into the dirt where it slept throughout the day. The wet wings dried and hardened in the sun.
The creature awoke to dark clouds boiling overhead and the first raindrops of the coming storm. The hunger burned within him. He needed something. But it couldn't afford to get wet. Quickly, the beast scrambled for cover under the bridge as the rain began to pour down.
Forks of lightning ripped across the sky. Some struck the ground. The clouds had been pushed down by the heavy winds causing a thick fog along the shoreline. Matt Silverton raced up the stairs as fast as he could. The storm had been so sudden. The weather service said it would be sunny today, but if a ship ran into the rocky shoreline it would be his fault. He had to hurry!
Tripping on the top step he threw his hand out to break his fall. He ignored the pain shooting up his arm. Hopefully, it was just a sprain, but he didn't have to worry that now. It was pitch black, but the lightning continued to flash outside like a strobe light gone wild. Opening the metal box on the wall, he pulled the big red switch. A soft light began to glow in the middle of the circular room. Motors started grinding. The glowing orb began to spin, growing brighter with each turn until the bright spotlight shined out the lighthouse across the water.
Matt shielded his eyes and looked out the circular windows at the shoreline below. Thankfully there wasn't any signs of ships. It would be terrifying to be out in this storm. It was the worst he had seen in years!
Lightning danced across the clouds, back and forth. Suddenly, a lightning bold struck the lighthouse itself, electrifying the entire building. Matt's screamed as 1.21 gigawatts of electricity burned through his body. The lightbulb exploded in a shower of glass and filling the room with toxic gases. The air crackled for a moment before a second blast sent Matt flying out the window to the ground below. His body laying continued to spark as he hit the grass below the tower. Bloodied and broken, somehow he still clung to life. "How did I survive!" he thought.
His body continuing to glow as he crawled across the ground. His eyes burned. Everything was blurry. He had to get help! Somehow! There was a gas station just down the road, and thankfully the rain had stopped. Matt slowly stood up, feeling every part of his body burning in pain. He stumbled down the road towards the blurry dim lights of the sign ahead. Just a little bit further...
His ears started to ring. Wait, that's not ringing... it's humming. The humming grew louder and louder. He looked up into the sky where the sound was coming from, and something heavy crashed into him! He fell to the ground in a heap, the humming deafening in his ears and something heavy continually bashing into his glowing body. Matt rubbed his eyes and focuses on the blur. Giant eyes stared back at him. He tried to stand up, but was knocked to the ground again. Each time he stood up he was knocked over. The giant moth man continually bashing into the glowing man tumbling him up the street. It was practically humping him!
Bright headlights flooded the scene as a car passed by. The moth looked up, suddenly distracted, and Matt scrambled into the parking lot of the gas station. As he ran past the gas pumps, he is suddenly slammed to the ground again. That damn giant moth! A fury of wings beat around him as pulled himself up, using the gas pump for support. He saw people running away screaming. Tires peeled out as cars raced away from the monster that was attacking him. The gas pump!
Matt struggled to pull his wallet out of his pocket as he is bashed and bashed again. Why? Why was it attacking him? Matt then noticed his hand glowing brightly. Not just glowing... his skin was shining brighter than the street lights! He barely managed to pull out his debit card when a wing knocked everything out of his hands. He dove after his card and was overwhelmed by the heavy body of the moth man pushing him to the ground. He rolled across the ground, and jumped to his feet. The moth zeroed in and flew directly at Matt, who threw himself to the ground narrowly dodging the beast.
Matt jumped up, ran over to the pump and slid his card into the slot. The humming sound of the moth came closer. The gas pump beeped, and the LCD screen flashed "Are you a rewards member?" He desperately punches the No button. "Do you want a carwash?" He screamed at the screen "NO! I DON'T WANT A CAR WASH!" and punched the button a second time. "Select octane" the screen read. He hit the cheapest one and reached for the handle of the pump. The moth slammed into him. Again and again, it banged him up against the metal gas pump. With a desperate grab, Matt yanked the handle out of the gas pump and pulled the trigger. Gas shot out of the nozzle, covering the moth from head to toe. Matt shoved his hand in his pockets and grabbed his lighter, and flicks it in the face of the moth. Moth Man bursts into flames screaming, and flailed to the ground. The fire quickly spread across the ground, igniting Matt's gas-soaked clothes. Matt felt such incredible pain. "What a horrible day," he thought.
BOOM!! The entire gas pump explodes sending rubble and body parts everywhere.
It's unknown how many casualties there were. There was no sign of man or moth, and only a few eye witnesses.
Some say that Matt escaped and went into hiding. There have been reports of a glowing man walking along the shoreline late at night surrounded by swarms of gnats and moths. But no proof.
As for me? I don't believe a word of it. It sounds like a hair-brained story that someone just made up. Although... there is a statue of the Moth Man in Point Pleasant, West Virginia...
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