Who is The Mothman?

 *The following two paragraphs are taken directly from the back cover of John A. Keel's book "The Mothman Prophecies". *For thirteen month the entire town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia was gripped by a dark terror that culminated in a tragedy that made headlines all over the world. This is a story that contains all the elements of a modern science fiction movie but every single word is true and fully documented by famed journalist John A. Keel. *Homes throughout the little towns were plagued with unearthly noises and ghostly manifestations while mysterious aerial lights traveled silently overhead seemingly on a regular schedule. Winged monsters and frightening apparitions terrified the population as automobiles stalled and telephones and TV sets ran amok. A Red Cross Bloodmobile filled with fresh blood was pursued along a darkened highway by a weird flying machine. Domestic animals were found slaughtered and mutilated in pastoral farm fields. Innocent people lived in surrealistic horror, haunted by the fearsome demonic "Bird" and besieged by legions of strange beings (some of which arrived in ordinary-looking automobiles). In the earlier part of the 1900's, an area outside of Point Pleasant was set up as the McClintic Wildlife Preserve. It was, among other things, designed as a bird sanctuary. During World War II, part of the preserve was ripped up in order to construct about 100 "igloos". These large mounds of earth were made to be unnoticed from the air. Deep inside each, cement and steel protected the contents : wartime explosives. After the war, parts of the preserve were sold off or leased to companies like the Trojan-U.S. Powder Company, the LFC Chemical Company, and American Cyanamid..... Biochemistry enters the picture. All the while, the preserve became known to area residents simply as "T.N.T." Its remote location became a popular hangout for local youth...."parking" and "partying" at T.N.T. became a norm. The Mothman's glowing red eyes were first reported on November 14th, 1966 in Salem, West Virginia. That evening, Newell Partridge was watching television at his home. The following is his account: It was about 10:30 that night, and suddenly the TV blanked out. A real fine herringbone pattern appeared on the tube, and at the same time the set started a loud whining noise...It sounded like a generator winding up. ...The dog was sitting on the end of the porch, howling down toward the hay barn...