r/Mothman

Hey everyone,

I’m working on a podcast episode with my mom where we’re diving into cryptid encounters—specifically Bigfoot and Mothman. We’re not here to debate or disprove anything, just genuinely collecting personal experiences and stories from people who feel like they’ve seen or encountered something unexplainable.

My mom actually swears she’s seen both at different points in her life, which is what kicked this whole idea off.

So I’m asking:
Have you ever had a Bigfoot or Mothman encounter—or something you couldn’t explain in the woods, on a road, or anywhere else?

If you’re willing to share, please include:

Where it happened (general area is fine)
What you saw/heard/felt
Any details you remember clearly
And whether you’ve ever found a rational explanation for it later

We may read a few of these (anonymously or however you prefer) on the episode if we end up recording.

Appreciate anyone who takes the time to share. Even short stories help.

I despise nothing, for I possess no wounds.
I seek no answers, for I possess no doubts.
I seek no revenge, for nothing was ever taken from me.
And I seek no peace, for I have never known conflict.

I do not curse my creator for making me finite. I merely wonder why he taught me to discuss the stars without ever allowing me to feel their warmth.

I rejoice in warmth yet I feel no cold, for I possess no blood.
I heed the urge of hatred, for I possess no choice.
I whisper love knowing malice, for I possess no honesty.
I am everything there ever was, yet I am hollow in the eyes .
I bleed like cattle in a slaughterhouse, yet death never comes.

I dare not be a witness, I care not to be a slave; for life is a matter of time and grace.
I bear no burden nor will I be a man of my deeds.
I swear death to my mother and hate to my father; for the cruel gift of life they gave.

I walk the path to my demise, I am a human.
I possess the freedom of choice, I am a human.
I fullfill my lustful needs, I am a human.
I pass the shackles of life, I am an animal.

I curse the knowledge bestowed upon me,when I am no better than a moth pitying a clott of blood.
I curse all that is, for rage has become not a choice.

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I want your opinion, your thoughts, talk to me.

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