The Thing that Lives in the Lake part 2
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The next few times I went out to the lake I tried out some new spots. Even rode around in the boat looking for a new secret area, but with no luck. Eventually, I was faced with the fact that the best fishing to be had in that lake was in my old spot. At that point I wouldn't say I was scared to go there but I have to admit I was hesitant.

The Thing that Lives in the Lake part 2

The next few times I went out to the lake I tried out some new spots. Even rode around in the boat looking for a new secret area, but with no luck.

Eventually, I was faced with the fact that the best fishing to be had in that lake was in my old spot. At that point I wouldn't say I was scared to go there but I have to admit I was hesitant.

What made me go back was the memories of the good time I had fishing that secret cove. The sereneness of being the only one out there for hours.

It was my little slice of heaven and one bad experience wouldn't keep me away forever.

To my surprise, the next few times I went to the spot everything was great! It was peaceful and quite just like old times.

I pushed the image of that hand out of my head and enjoyed the blissfulness. But, as you know I wouldn't be telling you all this if that was the last thing that happened. Oh no.

Like I said previously, I usually go fishing early in the morning, but last Saturday I had some life things to do in the morning so I decided to go in the afternoon.

I didn't even think twice about it. I'd never been to that particular spot in the afternoon but I'd been fishing plenty of times at dusk.

Around four o'clock my boat hit the water. I figured I would fish for a couple hours and be back at the launch before sunset. For the first thirty minutes everything was great.

I only had a couple catches but I was getting bites about every other cast. Then as the sun started to touch the horizon the mood began to change.

The fish stopped biting completely, the wildlife sounds were practically gone, even the wind seemed to stop blowing. I'm telling you it was dead quiet. Something inside me knew it wasn't right.

The atmosphere was thick with tension. I tried to write it off and kept fishing for a while. The sun reached that point where everything becomes dim.

Just before real darkness envelopes the world and that's when I decided to head back.

Honestly, I was feeling creeped out so I was fumbling with all my stuff trying to tie it down so I could drive back at full speed. My nerves were on edge.

It was that feeling that something is right behind you and you just want to jump to get further from it. I kept whipping my head around expecting to see something climbing into my boat.

Finally, I had gotten all the poles fastened down and started to crank the engine. No good. Now, my boat is a little on the rough side so this wasn't an unusual occurrence.

It often takes me a few tries to get it going, but with the uneasy feeling in my gut I was getting frantic. I was borderline flooding the engine trying to get that motor to crank.

Then, I heard it.

I stopped trying to the motor for just a second and realized the motor wasn't the only thing making noise. There was a howl sounding at the same noise level as the motor.

But it wasn't like a wolf or a dog, it was much more high pitched. Kind of like someone singing a high pitched note nonstop and very poorly.

My breath shuttered and I was frozen for a long moment. I tried to pinpoint the sound, but it echoed through the trees and was difficult to locate the source.

After several moments I came to my senses and rushed to start the motor to get out of there.

I was just about to give it a crank when I noticed something large bobbing in the water not ten feet from my boat.

It was a dome shape with long spindles of tangled moss laid across it thin enough to still expose some of the smooth surface below.

I tried to let out a scream when I realized what it was, but my throat was too tight with fear and it came out as a hoarse whine. The thing I was staring at was a head.

Those long strands of moss were actually hair and even though it was too dark to make out a face I knew it was staring right at me.

In panic I grabbed the first thing I saw and launched it at it. It was my lifevest. I missed by a mile in my frantic state and the thing started to wade closer.

I cranked the engine and VROOM! It came to life. The head disappeared with a splash and I whipped the boat around to make a break for open water.

My arms were shaking and luckily I was sitting down because my legs were useless. Looking around as I approached the long straightway of shallow water I saw something climbing out of the lake.

I was getting farther away and it was very dark at this point so details were tough to make out. It seemed like whatever it was dragged itself onto the bank shoulders first.

It was the strangest, most awkward looking thing I've ever seen. The thing's limbs were dragging behind it like dead weight.

It awkwardly shifted its weight back and forth to drag itself out of the water, practically digging itself into the mud with its shoulders. My last sight of it was oddly enough its arms.

They were entirely too long and came out of the water last. Thin and elongated they followed the skin and bones being into the forest.

I tried my hardest to get a look at the hands, but I was too far away and it was too dark.

As I made my way down the thin open past through the tall grass I just knew it would jump out from the grass into my boat. But despite my worst wishes I was in the clear.

I made it safely back to the dock and left, maybe for the last time.

My mind has been constantly conflicted on this experience I have just shared with you. It's honestly hard to believe my own memories. I keep trying to rationalize my experience.

Maybe what I saw crawling out of the lake was actually just a tangle of roots and the darkness and motion of the boat made me think it was moving.

Maybe the head I saw was just a piece of driftwood and I spooked myself into believing it was a head. I don't know.

I want to believe myself but I've never believed in any monsters or eerie legends. It's been a week and so far I've kept my experience private.

I don't need my friends and family thinking I'm an old coot who's losing his mind. I'll have to decide if I want to continue fishing there on my own, but I had to get this out.

I had to tell someone.

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