Sweet Hollow Road 2022 Mothman Encounter

My journey into all this paranormal stuff really started with a video. One of my very first ones was about Sweet Hollow Road. I used to live pretty close to it, and for as long as I can remember, people in the area whispered about seeing some kind of weird, winged creature in those woods. The funny thing is, I’d never even heard of the Mothman legend until I started researching for that video. Then, just two days after I posted it, your channel’s Mothman video popped up in my feed. It felt like destiny, like this was a story I was meant to tell.

I quickly learned that Sweet Hollow Road isn’t just any old road. It’s got this super creepy history, winding through the most secluded parts of Long Island. Locals say it’s a place where the barrier between our world and something else just… thins out. There are stories about spectral hitchhikers appearing in rearview mirrors and shadowy figures darting between the ancient trees. But the one everyone talks about, the one that really chills you, is the Lady in White. She’s a forlorn spirit, supposedly endlessly searching for something she lost, and people see her all the time. It was this very legend that drew a group of three experienced paranormal investigators to the road one dark night in 2022.

I actually connected with them during my research. They told me they were already deep into their investigation when I reached out. They’d been on Sweet Hollow Road the night before, specifically looking for the Lady in White, drawn by all the reports. But what they found, well, it was far more disturbing than a sad ghost.

They’d gone deep into the woods with all their equipment – EVP recorders, spirit boxes, the works. They said the air felt so heavy, so still. Later, when they were reviewing their recordings, these clear, disembodied whispers just cut through the static. I can still hear them repeating it: “‘Get out.’ ‘Leave.’ ‘Go.’ ‘Go now.'”

The investigators, tough as they were, felt a cold dread. They said, “The urgency in those voices was undeniable. We just looked at each other and said, ‘Let’s listen to this and go.'” They didn’t argue. They didn’t try to explain it away. They just knew they had to get out.

As they hurried back towards the road, that oppressive silence in the woods seemed to press in on them. Then, all at once, their flashlights hit something. Something huge, hunched, moving in this really unnatural way among the gnarled trees. They didn’t even know what they were seeing, but pure, primal fear just seized them. They didn’t exactly run, but they moved with a speed born of absolute terror, practically tripping over themselves to get out of those woods and onto the asphalt of Sweet Hollow Road.

Once they were out, standing under the cold glow of the streetlights, they just looked at each other. Not a single word was spoken. They didn’t need to. The horror they’d all shared was so strong, it was like a silent scream hanging in the air. It wasn’t until they were safely back from their trip, a bit calmer, that they decided to figure out what they had witnessed. Each of them grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and without saying anything to each other, they just started to draw.

When they finished, they all gasped. Every single drawing, done in these hurried, shaky lines, showed the exact same creature: a huge, dark brown, bird-like thing. But it wasn’t the wings or the body that made their blood run cold; it was the eyes. Two piercing, malevolent red eyes that just seemed to burn.

They showed me their drawings, and honestly, I had no idea what I was looking at. A giant owl? Some kind of weird monster? It didn’t make any sense. Not until I saw your Mothman video. How utterly, profoundly crazy is that? I’m telling you, that place… Sweet Hollow Road is just so scary!