Then there were those incidents where the
Mothman had appeared to my parents. These were of course only
mentioned in my parents’ journals, and these instances were
different, somehow more personal than the ones in the newspapers.
Usually, it seemed that the Mothman picked someone at random to
warn people about a larger problem. The three encounters my parents
had, had all been to warn them of dangers of a more personal nature
to them. If I had heard these tales from anyone else, I would have
simply dismissed them as the delusions of crazy people, but these
were the words of my parents. My reasons for trusting them not only
came from the fact that these were the people who loved and raised
me, but also from the fact that they were exceptionally well
credentialed.
I mentioned that my parents were raised with
more money than most people will ever dream of possessing. With
that upbringing came wonderful schools and the best educations that