Mothman Haze by E.C. Hanson

Author:E.C. Hanson [Hanson, E.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Big Swede Publishing
Published: 2024-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

I heard a pack of coyotes scream in unison. Before I got up to check the status of their kill, my bedroom window shattered. I dropped to the floor and held my ears, unsure of what I was under attack from. After the noises deadened, I opened my eyes to find Mothman. It wrapped its wings around me and, like a rocket out of a cannon, shot us forward, through the window, and into the night sky. Still in shock that this was happening, I glanced down and saw a pile of coyotes ripped apart.

Mothman carried me over the Monrovia sky. Not a fan of heights, my senses started to betray me. It flew me over my father’s property and toward the local park. It zipped up and down and performed spinning tricks that made me want to projectile vomit all over the Lutheran Church that was fast approaching. As if scared by anything remotely religious, Mothman screeched and veered off to the left. We were headed to Route 23 now. It took me over and under various telephone poles; it took me towards a red bungalow and paused in front of the living room window (especially odd since that was where I performed my first blowjob on Tommy Maddow).

It took me toward the entrance of my high school, which sported a black panther head on the center of the brick building; it zoomed past all of my old classroom windows and careened towards the softball and football field, the latter of which served as a second location for my sexual discoveries. This trip felt like a demented version of the Ghosts of Christmas Past. In this case, Mothman was highlighting every place I engaged in sexual behavior. It, along with his breakneck pace, didn’t feel good. It felt like Mothman was slut-shaming me.

Did I deserve it? Did I spend a lifetime competing for the affection of men who always chose Future (Kate) instead of me?

Yes and yes.

Sensing my distaste for such a wild trip through the sky, Mothman altered course and shot upward. I reached to the clouds, hoping that something could spare me from this bizarre journey through my hometown. Mothman paused in mid-air and then reversed course. It pointed face down and flew so fast that I thought, in a matter of a few seconds, my face would eat the concrete. I quickly imagined my head smashing the black ground, my teeth crunching, and my brown eyes popping out. But it adjusted its vertical position to horizontal at the last moment, leaving me out of breath and without a clue as to what would happen next.

Given how Mothman was just idling in position, I scooted off his back and stood on the ground. I scanned my surroundings. While there was a decent amount of fog, it was still obvious where it took me: Nutmeg Tower Plaza. Pizza place. Nail place. Deli. Bank. Craft store. And the daycare. And know who stood to the side of the entrance doors?

Little Ronnie.

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