It looks like the whirling days are gone when the Mothman moved in. It seems that this creature saw that I had flabs, not abs, so when it possesses me, I do push ups in the dead of night. On the floor, I look like a fluttering moth, brown-skinned wings beating busily.
It wasn’t satisfied with merely changing my physique, however.
With red, glowing eyes, it took upon itself to take up writing in my stead. Right now, I typ