Episode NotesIn a trailer park in the middle of nowhere a supernatural fling brings about a new born baby that may be the beginning of the end...I Had Mothman's Baby by Daniel WilderMusic by Ray Mattishttp://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderGet Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/WeeklySpookyWeeklySpooky@gmail.comThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscript:Earl entered the mobile home located in Lot 151 of the Comf-E trailer park at roughly 9:45 a.m., but the inside of that residence was as black as a moonless midnight… save for a few beams of light that weakly pierced the room from some random cigarette burn holes on the makeshift blackout curtains that hung from rods starting to bow from the weight.The air was sweet with the heady elixir of dollar store wine gone sour, weed, and what could possibly be a week old filet-o-fish sandwich from the local Big M… and of course, that ol’ hoary chestnut, piss. Not content with the redneck aroma therapy he was getting at no charge, Earl turned on the flashlight on his smart phone to discover he wasn’t in a mere trailer… oh no, this was surely the den of some dragon that had confused absolute shit for treasure. Everywhere he shined the light there were piles of pizza boxes, beer cans, and tabloids.“H-hello?” he cried with a trembling voice.Only silence… well silence and a cat hissing somewhere from under a nearby mountain of debris answered his call.  Suddenly from his left he saw what at first appeared to be a scarecrow with large black eyes leap from behind a Lazy-Boy festooned with porno mags and half empty jars of Vaseline. As the creature charged him and smashed him to the ground he saw it was, in truth, a scrawny woman wearing large sunglasses.“Jesus Verlene, you scared the unholy hell out of me!”“Shut your cocksucker and turn that damn light off!” Verlene hissed.Earl complied and Verlene grabbed his hand with a grip like iron and lead him through the filth to the kitchen… though how she saw where they were going in the inky darkness, with those glasses on no less, he couldn’t say.Soon Earl found himself sitting at Verlene’s table in her completely dark kitchen… which amazingly didn’t smell as bad as the previous room… mainly just some unidentified wet paper smell filled the air.“You look well” Earl managed.“Bullshit!” Verlene spat… literally… the flecks of phlegm she dislodged hit Earl in thick, hot globs. “I look like a plop of cat barf left to dry on a hot August sidewalk!”“Did you call me here just to discuss your looks?”“No, I called you here because you are the only one I’ve fucked in Stumpville Holler with any kind of media clout!” “Statistically that seems extremely improbable” Earl said, itching his crotch by reflex.“Look, I know your callin’ me a whore with your fancy learnin’ words… and you ain’t wrong neither… but damn it, I have the story of the century here!”“Here… in the Comf-E?”“No you idiot… in all of Stumpville Holler… hell, maybe in the entire world!”“You know the Leader Gazette doesn’t pay for stories… ““I’m not in it for any cash… I want to warn other girls so they don’t make the same mistakes I have!”“I think over half the girls have made the mistakes you have… with the same men” “Fair, but the mistake I made last was with no man that ever walked this Earth!”“Christ, I’ll bite… lay it on me.”“It was round about last Thur… “Earl pressed record on his phone’s video option, though why he chose that, in a pitch black room, is a mystery for another day.“Okay you can start now.”“Dammit, I already did!”“Well, take two then.”“Fine, it was round about last Thur… ““Oh turds… my battery died.”“Feel to your left, there’s a charger cord right there.”“For a 10?”“I don’t know… it’s for the one with the small hole.”“Should work… let me see.”“For crap’s sake Earl, this story is going