Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

The begining

So hey it's me. The one. The psycho girlfriend. I promise that I am partially sane. Anyways, I'm guessing you are familiar with my o t h e r w o r k s (cursed). This may not be as bad as t h a t but oh fuckerooni it sure ain't gonna be good. Please go do something better with your life. Don't end up like me. (Also I don't edit this shit, so expect like 8436399425806 typos.)
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Pumpkins. Candy. Costumes. These were just a few reasons why Halloween was amongst one of your favorite holidays. Though Point Pleasant was a quaint little town, you still had many trick-or-treaters end up at your house. Of course, you were obligated to provide them candy of a decent variety and entertain them with the typical Halloween gimmicks. This year, you were clad in a stereotypical vampire costume, including the fake blood and black cloak. A shining red pendant in the shape of a skull clasped the cloak together, hiding wear you failed to extend the white makeup down to your neck. All in all, you looked pretty decent for someone who was way too old to enjoy this so much. Whenever an eager group of children knocked on your door, you greeted them with your best hiss and your face hidden behind your cloak. After you elicited a scream or a giggle when threatening to suck their blood while speaking in a bad Slavic accent, you offered the kiddos some suckers, the pun was most satisfying to you and the parents. It was the small things in life, you guessed.
As the night went on, you grew increasingly more tired. Your makeup was starting to smudge, and your throat hurt from uttering your signature phrase over and over again. However, you did not want to stifle the Halloween spirit! Despite really wanting to go to sleep, you flipped on the porch light to tell any late trick-or-treaters that you were still in business. Your spooky ghost strobelight was also conveniently placed in front of your bay window. For this very reason, your house was always poppin'. Additionally, all of the neighborhood kids knew that you gave the late comers extra to avoid having to eat all f the leftover candy yourself.
Despite your vow to remain conscious into the wee hours of the night, you promptly fell asleep on your couch at 11:30. Being the idiot that you were, you left your house lit and your door unlocked. Even if you had remembered, it wasn't a big deal, anyways. Pleasant Point was relatively small and benevolent. The only time you had to weorty about trouble was when the festival came into town every September. Luckily, that had already passed, and you could sleep peacefully. Until you heard another knock at your door