The beautiful, but frightening, moonlight moth is once again fluttering its huge blue/silver and black wings against my bedroom window. It is Saturday night now and I have observed this odd behavior every night at the midnight hour for three weeks straight.
During the work week, I always arrive home around the usual 8:00 PM night time hour. As usual, I head straight for the shower, afterward I then fix myself a light dinner before relaxing to a good book.
Or, spending some time with a favorite record album.
Or, putting in a bit more of the ol’ flirting time with Paula over the telephone.
Or, attempt to spend an hour watching my favorite late night talk show before trying to fall asleep.
Every cold night now, in the middle of the television show, this strange creature shows up at my window and throws its presumably soft body against my window as if it is trying to get inside my bedroom. The truly odd thing about this behavior is this: I know moths are attracted to bright incandescent light bulbs. They will fly to a flaming death to get at a high heat light bulb.
Every kid learns this insect fact at a early age.
This moth... this huge bird sized moth... is the exception to the rule, as I know it. Even if my lights are out and the room is dark, this creature still continues to hurl itself at my window. And, the crazy thing is… it is now the middle of January.
And there is an inch of snow on the ground. And this bit of bizarre weirdness is happening right here in the middle of winter cold Washington, DC!
I've thought about opening my window to capture it, but I don't think so. I've heard, and read, about the recent increase of HORRORWALKER appearances across the USA and all of the weird horror themed speculation its appearances has generated. A lot of people are now in a minor 'the world is coming to an end' panic mode. I don't know what in the heck a bird sized moth bouncing off my window means, but I think I prefer to stay ignorant for now… hopefully ignorant forever.
But I don’t know about this bit of strangeness. It just cannot possible that a creature of the spring and the summer can resist the freezing D.C. winter weather assault. This creature’s presence means something. I just don’t want to know what it is.
Still wondering, though… the temperature outside my window is 29 degrees. How is what I am witnessing possible? How can this bizarre behavior be reality? How can this creature’s presence be reality? I don't know that answer. But this I do know… I'm going to close my curtains again, climb back into my bed, pull my quilt high up over my head and jam these foam, sound proof, ear plugs deep inside my ear canal before I fall asleep.
I'll check outside the window, still again, before I leave in the morning. Every morning I expect to find the creature lying on the ground, covered with a dusting of snow, frozen to death. So far… no luck.
OK, this is the end of tonight's journal entry before I ....!
What the hell? That's the sound of glass cracking in the bedroom, damn it! I'll have to finish this journal entry later.
God... why me.. why tonight, damn it! And as I place this pen down on the table, I see a large black shadow, powered by the bright moonlight shining through the window into my darkened room, casting a large silhouette from the room into the hallway.
What the hell is that?
And why have I just lost control of my body. Whatever is creating that eldritch shadow is compelling me to come to it... inside my own bedroom!
Oh hell, this is going to be a long night!