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Point Pleasant, WV1966
Mothman
A grey figure taller than a man, with folded wings and two red eyes that threw back the headlights. Twenty-six sightings in a single year, and then almost none.
Every state has a legend

A field guide to the American dark
Every state keeps one story it tells only after dark. This book collects them: the creatures, hauntings and curses that ordinary people reported to sheriffs, preachers and the morning paper, each with its date, its place and its first recorded source.
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In January 1909, hoofprints crossed the rooftops of South Jersey and stopped dead in the open snow. In 1966, something with red eyes followed two young couples toward Point Pleasant. In 1817, a voice in a Tennessee farmhouse learned to speak. No invented witnesses. Only what people swore was true.
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Point Pleasant, WV1966
A grey figure taller than a man, with folded wings and two red eyes that threw back the headlights. Twenty-six sightings in a single year, and then almost none.
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Pine Barrens, NJ1735 / 1909
The thirteenth child of Mother Leeds, the story says, went up the chimney and into the pines. In January 1909 its hoofprints crossed the rooftops of South Jersey, then stopped dead in open snow.
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Adams, TN1817
It began with scratching in the dark and bedcovers sliding to the floor. Then it found a voice. It prayed, it sang, it mocked the neighbors, and it promised to come back.
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Sleepy Hollow, NY1820
The one legend here that a single man made up: Washington Irving's Hessian trooper, riding the road by the Old Dutch Church. In 1996, North Tarrytown renamed itself Sleepy Hollow.
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Dover, MA1977
Three teenagers, two nights, one small pale creature with a head like a watermelon and eyes that glowed. Plotted on a map, the sightings fall on a straight line just over two miles long.
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Bayou Country, LAFrench colonial era
A man by day and a beast by night, carried to Louisiana in the old French tales of the loup-garou. Learn who it is, and you must keep the secret for a year and a day, or the curse becomes yours.
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Bishopville, SC1988
Two in the morning, a flat tire beside Scape Ore Swamp, and something seven feet tall running out of the trees. The car came home with a damaged mirror and scratches across the roof.
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Frederick County, MD1909
Half reptile, half bird, with a screech like a locomotive whistle. It began as a newspaper hoax. Folklore says the seven-pointed stars on Frederick County barns were painted to keep it away.
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Elkhorn, WI1991
A wolf that crouched like a man on the gravel shoulder of a country road. Local journalist Linda Godfrey first put it in print in December 1991.
And seventy-two more.
Eighty-one legends from all fifty states, from the Pine Barrens to the flanks of Mount St. Helens.
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The Appalachians
It begins as almost nothing. A scratching at the logs after the candles are out. Something gnawing at the bedpost, though nothing in the room gnaws. You tell yourself it is the house settling, the river wind, the rats.
Then the covers start to slide off the bed, slowly, as if someone at the foot of it is pulling.
By the second year, the thing in John Bell's house has a voice. It prays. It argues Scripture. It speaks in the voices of the neighbors. It is tender with Lucy, the mother. It slaps the daughter, Betsy, until her cheeks burn, and it will not let her marry the boy she loves.
And it hates John Bell.
His tongue swells until he can barely eat. On the twentieth of December, 1820, he does not wake. In the cabinet the family finds a small vial of dark liquid that nobody remembers buying, and the voice tells them, pleased, that it gave him a dose. They put a drop on the tongue of the cat. The cat dies.
In the spring it leaves. It promises to return in seven years.
Adams, Tennessee

The Appalachians
North of town, the war left its bunkers in the woods: rows of concrete igloos, grassed over, where explosives were once packed and stored. By 1966 the place is a lovers' lane. Headlights, a radio, and nobody else for miles.
On the night of November 15th, two young couples come past the old power plant, and their headlights find something standing in the dark. It is taller than a man. It is grey. Wings are folded against its back, and it has two eyes, red, round and enormous, that catch the light and send it back.
They drive, fast. Afterward they tell a deputy that it followed them.
The next day the Point Pleasant Register prints the story, and the sightings begin to drift in like snow: on back roads, in fields, over the river. Twenty-six of them in a year. Lights cross the sky that nobody can name.
Then, on December 15, 1967, at the evening rush, the Silver Bridge drops into the Ohio River. Forty-six people die in the winter water.
After that, the sightings thin out and stop. People in Point Pleasant still argue about what it was.
Point Pleasant, West Virginia

The Mid-Atlantic
The story always starts in a storm, in a house in the pines near Leeds Point, with a woman giving birth for the thirteenth time. She is tired, and she says the wrong thing. Let this one be the devil.
The child is born like any other. Then it changes. The face stretches into something like a horse's. The shoulders split into wings. The feet harden into hooves. It screams once, goes up the chimney, and is gone into a million acres of pitch pine and cedar water.
For a long time it is only a name the pines people use, the Leeds Devil: a reason for dead chickens and a scream across the bog at night.
Then comes the week of January 16, 1909. Snow falls across South Jersey and the Delaware Valley, and in the morning there are tracks. Hoofprints, the newspapers say, in town after town. They run along fences and across rooftops, and then they stop dead in open snow, as if whatever made them simply rose.
A Philadelphia showman displays a "devil" that turns out to be a kangaroo with painted stripes and glued-on wings. The tracks are never explained.
Leeds Point, New Jersey
The book travels the country region by region, from the stone walls of New England to the edge of the map in the Pacific. Every one of the fifty states keeps at least one.

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