So for that week I explored every place I
could think of, ears open and notebook in hand. I returned to the
museum four times, listening to tourists and other people that
sounded like regulars. I listened to guests at the hotel, and I ate
breakfast, lunch, and dinner out. I hiked the areas in which the
Mothman had been spotted and I talked to any hikers I passed,
hoping someone would mention the Mothman and tell me their thoughts
of him.
By the end of the week, I felt like I had
heard every possible theory about the Mothman’s origins and his
purpose. Knowing he was real, I ignored the ones that tried to
debunk his existence, like the one that said that the people
claiming to see him had actually seen an owl, or that it was all a
hoax. I knew that what Esteban and I had seen was not an owl, and
it was definitely not a hoax. The other theories were numerous.
Some people believed that the Mothman was an
alien as he had been seen around the time of several UFO sightings.