The Moth Collector

Truckers on Route 97 refuse to drive alone after midnight because of what they call the Moth

Collector. This forgotten highway in northern Arizona has one working streetlight that

shouldn't exist. A man in a long coat stands there every night beside his rusted station

wagon, holding glass jars filled with something that moves. When drivers stop

to help, their engines die instantly. The air becomes suffocating.

He opens the jar and whispers, "They missed you last time." Hundreds of pale

moths explode into the darkness, and inside each wing flutter are human faces,

screaming silently. Those who escape say the worst part comes later. The yellow light