Most people don’t believe me when I tell them this. Heck, I’ve had girlfriends aplenty break up with me because they thought I was lying, but I swear on my beautiful mother’s grave that it’s true. I punched the moth man.
“Now hold up!” you might say, “the moth man is more powerful than any mortal”, and with that, I may agree. But I have trained in martial arts for many years, and if anyone could get a jab in, it would be me. Trust me, you don’t want to make me mad. But enough about me, let me begin the story proper.
It was my beautiful sister’s wedding. She had decided to hold it outdoors by the river where we used to play when we were kids. She’s wiccan, so there were a lot of wards and totems around the wedding site. To this day, I believe that’s why the moth man didn’t accost the wedding party directly. Anyway, it was a great wedding. All my cousins were there and we played beer pong, as is tradition in my family. We then all took our seats, as father walked my sister down the aisle, but when she arrived next to her husband-to-be, she let out the ghastliest scream I’ve ever heard. She pointed to the river, which, to everyone’s surprise, was running red with blood.