The staff at ConspiracyCafe.com has been working on this investigation since June, 2003.

We have uncovered some very unusual happenings right here in our hometown of Wise County. Two investigators with two very different points of view on this investigation.



Ericca Cordier - veteran paranormal researcher.
"I have seen many strange things in my life and have found that
sometimes the TRUTH is stranger than fiction."

Dry Bean - former Army Special Ops.
"I won't say I don't believe in the Mothman; I've just not seen it with my own eyes.
I also do not believe that anything unusual happened to the cattle"


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Ericca Cordier
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April 17, 2004 - Field Report (text only)

Sitting on my horse gazing across the rolling hills of Paradise, Texas I reflect on this almost year long investigation into the reappearance of the Mothman in Wise County, Texas. The sun is setting on this beautiful day and a steady breeze is blowing up from the South keeping this a mild eighty degrees. My horse ‘Tuaca’ pricks his ears at the sound of the peacocks calling from the next ranch over. An eerie and lonely sound fitting of the strange events that continue to unfold here.

The sting of sand hits my mouth and reminds me of the cut healing on my lip yet another chapter of this investigation to be told on another day. My gaze is drawn to the sight of Dry Bean riding by on a horse, the fifth colt he’s ridden today. Aware that his broken ribs and collapsed lung are still healing; knowing that every movement of that horse is causing him excruciating pain. I’m always amazed by the sheer physical and moral strength of the man. He manages a nod in my direction and calls out to me wondering if I’m going to just sit there or if I’m actually going to work my horse. Grinning I trot my horse over to catch up with him, knowing the unspoken challenge to keep up is meant to motivate me and that the conversation makes us forget our pains for now.

We ride until all the colts are done, then the stalls are cleaned, horses are fed and watered. Exhausting work for the both of us. It’s rewarding and it feels good to get your hands on something real. I can hold on to a stable fork, push a wheel barrow, feel the softness of the horse’s coats when I groom them. When I discuss events that have happened even three months ago it’s easy to lose grip of what’s real and what is’nt. It takes that long to put events into a context that you can even begin to explain. Was it real or our imagination, a topic of conversation just yesterday. Something I’ve been pondering for weeks as e-mail piles up in my account with questions that I can’t even begin to answer and yet another reason why I’m very uncomfortable posting reports.

I’ve continued to investigate cattle deaths/mutilations in the area. They are ongoing and they are clustered in the same area where the ‘balls of fire’ originally appeared. Some of the cattle deaths/mutilations do coincide with car accident fatalities. These are quite gruesome and include a decapitation and one person (walking wounded) for an entire night only to be found the next day telling wild tales of being chased all night by ‘something’.

I had early on in this investigation questioned whether or not the nearby Lockheed Martin facility was doing any experimentation in this area. They have publicly announced that a new plane is being tested over the county. Reports have filtered in of the elusive ‘string of pearls’ con trail being spotted almost daily. Very strong and deep sonic booms that cause damage to area homes and property have also been reported. Dry Bean and I both witnessed a pair of what looked like F-16's floating silently over a pasture where we were riding. We both looked at each other waiting for the them to fire their jets and hoping the horses would not be spooked by the intense and sudden noise. It never happened, they just glided away over the horizon. Is this the anti-gravity propulsion system that Nick Cook discusses in his book ‘The Hunt For Zero Point’? The book is clear to point out that even though the technology was captured from the Nazi’s in WWII our scientist’s did not understand ‘how it worked’. We did understand that the electromagnetic discharge was intense, the torsion fields caused time/space distortions and people and animals got sick and died when exposed to this.

It’s at this point in our investigation that we stop being investigators and become ‘experiencers’. I actually loathe the word ‘experiencers’. It brings to mind folks that think they’ve been abducted by aliens on the way to a UFO Conference. But as much as I hate to admit it both Dry Bean and I are experiencing this investigation in a way that only the investigators of the original Point Pleasant event did. The original investigators ALL reported becoming ill when working on the Mothman investigation and this includes John Keel himself.

The ‘Mothman Death List’ continues to fulfill itself. Each name of each person that was killed on the Silver Bridge in Point Pleasant, West Virginia are continuing to die in Wise County. The list is slowly narrowing down to just a few names. We watch and we wait not knowing what is going to happen. We do ask questions of the area authorities and are usually laughed or sneered at. I have spoken with the local Sheriff’s Department, Electric Company, Texas Railroad Commission ( which regulates oil and gas), and Department of Public Safety.

Manifestations of the victims of the Silver bridge collapse is a new twist to our investigation. By far this has been the hardest for us to explain or even explain away as our imagination. This has also brought both Dry Bean and I to question what is real? What is not real? Our first visitor was a young woman about twenty something. It was a crisp December day not a cloud in the sky. Dry Bean and I were in the holiday spirit discussing our separate families Christmas plans. We were leaving the office to take a quick trip to the post office. My truck was parked facing the office at a slight angle. The passenger side of the vehicle was clearly seen and Dry Bean opened the passenger door as I walked around to the drivers side. From the drivers side of the vehicle I have a clear view from the truck to the highway with no obstructions. I can see over the back of the truck to where Dry Bean’s truck is parked with a clear view of the driver’s side of his vehicle.

This also where I should pause and remind readers that Dry Bean is former Special Ops. Recently out of the Army and by all definitions on edge having seen tours in Afghanistan, Korea, and several other countries. He is hyper-observant.

I enter my vehicle from the driver’s side and shut the door. As the door clicks shut this woman just pops up at the window and raps on the glass. I don’t mean she quickly walked into view; she was just ‘there’ only an inch or two from the glass. It scared me badly and with a sharp intake of breath I quickly hit the back of my seat and scrunched down as out of the corner of my eye I could see Dry Bean coming forward and over the storage partition in the center of the truck. I was clutching my chest because it felt liked my heart had stopped. The woman then spoke through the closed window and asked to use the phone. The sound of her voice stopped Dry Bean who remained motionless half over the partition. I gazed at her through the window taking in her appearance. Her hair though a shoulder length dark blonde was dirty and hanging in clumps. There were dark sallow circles under and over her eyes. She was covered in sores. Most were healing and scabbed over but each was a perfect circle as if it were a pox of some kind. Her skin underneath was pallid and she wore no makeup. At one time this was beautiful woman but not now and even though she could not have been much older than twenty-five she seemed much older. I guess we took too long to answer her as she repeated her request to use the phone. I asked “Why do you need to use our phone?” She then launched into her story of running out of gas and needing to use the phone to call for help. Both Dry Bean and I simultaneously looked over our shoulders to see a compact car near our mailboxes. I explained that I actually had a full can of gas that she could use to get her to the nearest station. A troubled look came over her. She again repeated her request to use the phone. This time Dry Bean firmly chimed in and said she could use our gas and that the nearest station was a few miles up the road, he then assured her she would be alright. At which point I opened the truck door and walked over to the side of our office and retrieved the full gas can. She followed slowly a few steps behind. When I turned with the gas can in hand I noted that she was about five feet eight and slim. She walked upright without a slouch and her feet seemed to glide over the ground like a cat. This bothered me; she was confident and could probably handle herself in a fight. Not the persona of someone addicted to drugs. Dry Bean noticed as well and suggested I hand over the gas can to her and get back into the truck. The troubled look passed over her face again like a dark cloud, she quickly looked over her shoulder at Dry Bean who had opened his door and then looked back at me. She said thank-you took the gas can and proceeded to walk down the driveway toward her car. I got back into the truck and we left for the Post Office.

We’ve never seen the girl again. The gas can was found later on the porch; empty. After relating this tale to some friends they reminded me that she actually fits the description of one of the victims of the Silver Bridge. A fact that still gives me chills.

Dry Bean and I have talked about this periodically for months. It was very spooky; mainly because of this one specific thing. When we left our office she was not there, the car was not at the end of the driveway. We both firmly remember this. It was a bright, sunny, though cold day. Noone was there and then in a split second she was just there. No weird orbs, fancy ecto or smoke. Just there.

I’ll end this report here. Dry Bean is healing up well and so am I. We have lots of interesting and very spooky additions to this investigation including other visitors and as soon as I can sort them out I’ll post another update.

This investigation is ongoing.