The sturgeon lake creature

About two summers ago my dad and I were fishing at sturgeon lake( a small lake near our homtown) we were about to start the day fishing and my dad was just pulling the boat up so I could jump in when there was a extremely large splash about 50 yards away from us near the center of the lake.

Now I can’t stress this enough but this lake isn’t particularly big, but occasionally people do catch large 40-50 pound pike out of this lake, so 15 year old me tries to think about it logically and labels it as such.

Once I get in our boat my dad starts up the trolling motor and we go over to the far side of the lake.

The fishing was great that day, you could pretty much catch a pickerel on every cast, and I had almost forgot about the splash when it happened again, my dad had seen it this time, so he looked at me with wide eyes and said”what was that” I told him it couldve been a big pike, but he was sure that Whatever made that splash was NOT a pike.

So we slowly drifted over there and not two minutes later I saw a large silloutte slinking around just under the boat but the weirdest thing in it had hands, not human hands but paddling bass with three fingers kind of like an alligator.

I pointed it out to my dad and he immediately started up the engine. When we had made it back to shore he asked me if I had saw what he saw. I asked “the shadow in the water?” He then replied “no that’s not what spooked me” so I asked “what was it?”

And he said shaking “it came out of the water on my side of the boat.

It’s head was the shape of a saucer and it had eyes on the top of its head, and a black and rust orange coloration” to this day we have not returned to that lake, because there should be nothing that big in that lake,

I’ve been trying to pinpoint what it could’ve been but unlike the name of the lake suggests there are no sturgeon there so that rules sturgeon out, and besides sturgeon have a pointed head like a shark, not a rounded one, the only thing that’s come close to maybe being it is a giant salamander it matches what my dad saw but I doubt one would be that big I think they only get up to four feet and what would one be doing in the middle of the lake.

So I guess this mystery remains unsolved…

Southern Ohio Skinwalker

This happened about a year ago, last summer. Some background. I’m a 21 year old non-native american (100% German bloodline) male and somewhat know about Skinwalkers and Wendigos, mainly from the massive amount of time I spent on 4chan in the past couple years. I live in the hills of the Ohio River Valley. Im an avid coyote hunter and fisherman. What time I am not spending at work, playing video games, or browsing 4chan, I’m in the woods or on the river.

One night after I left work I decided to go fishing at the pond on my friend’s property, to the northeast of my house. I got home, grabbed my rods, tackle box and trusty HK VP9 (because I carry everywhere I go nowadays), and ran to the store and bought some chicken livers for bait. I should also mention that I brought my puppy. A 9 month old German Shepherd/Rottweiler mix that I named Mauser.

As I arrived at my friend’s property and began pulling my truck into the field surrounding the pond, the sun started to set. It was eerily quiet. No noises of nature, or any noise at all other than the engine of my truck running. It made me feel kinda uneasy, but I just pushed it out of my mind.

I got out of the truck with my pup and began to set up my rods when Mauser started acting a little uneasy. I patted him gently on the side to try and reassure him that everything was fine. By the time my rods were set up and ready to go, it was dark out. So I went back to the truck to grab my glowsticks and head lamp. It was then that Mauser jumped into the truck and wouldn’t move.

I asked what he was doing, almost expecting an answer, but instead I was hit with the most God awful stench I’ve ever smelled in my life. The smell of sulfur and rotting flesh. I started to worry at that point. In an instant, every thread on 4chan that I’ve read about Skinwalkers flew through my mind.

I stayed still and silent for a second, listening. All of a sudden, I see Mauser start shaking and hear footsteps behind me. The stench of rotting meat grew stronger. My heart was in my throat and I had completely forgotten the handgun clipped underneath my steering wheel.

I stood there for what seemed like hours, even though it was only seconds. I slowly started to turn my head back towards whatever was behind me. About 50 feet behind me, barely lit up by the light back by the pond was what I know was a skinwalker. I was horrified. It was easily 9 feet tall, and had the head of a deer with scraggly antlers, as well as a deer’s legs, and a human’s torso, but it was rotting.

Fight or flight had hit me at that point, so I jumped into my truck and slammed the door shut. I grabbed my pistol and rolled down the window and started shooting while trying to back out. I had my magazine empty in mere seconds and was out of the field seconds later. I had thought I was safe and that I was going to get away. I was wrong. I looked over and saw Mauser with all his hair standing up, teeth barred, savagely growling at something behind the truck.

It was then that I felt the back of the truck drop. As if something had jumped into the bed. I didn’t dare look into my rear view mirror. I kept driving towards the dirt road to take me from the field back to my friend’s house. I heard a loud screech coming from right behind me. It sounded like it was close, but at the same time far away and coming from other directions.

I drove for another 10 minutes. Hearing tapping on my back windshield the entire time. Once I got back to my friend’s driveway, all was silent. I gathered the courage to get out of the truck, forcing my pup to stay inside. If rather have something bad happen to me than him. This all happened last summer, so almost a year ago. I go back there to shoot and do target practice sometimes, but I always have a feeling of dread around that pond, and I can still hear the screeching sometimes. As if I could forget that sound anyways…

Night Fishing Terror

First let me tell you a few things about me. I am a Man of God although when this story took place I wasn’t a Christian. I have also spent twenty four years in the outdoors, hunting, fishing, camping, and hiking. I am twenty eight so that’s a lot of time in the wilderness. I’m the guy everyone says that when the zombies come it’s my house they are going too. I know how to live off the land and know how to survive disasters that could happen. Part of being in the outdoors for as long as I have been is you see a lot of things most people don’t get to. I’ve seen some of the most beautiful sunsets and sunrises from being an avid fisherman and hunter.
However you also see things at the opposite end of that spectrum. I’ve witnessed predators hunting, people get hurt, and the downright scary. Growing up my whole life in Northwestern PA it was interesting to say the least. When you throw outdoorsman into the mix you get a brand new mix. I’ve seen a lot that Science refuses to admit is real. From the monster of Lake Eire to my favorite catfish hole being a UFO hotspot. Now with all that while creepy, the events of one July evening at Geneva Swamp take the cake.

About three or four years ago I had a few days off work. So my buddy Tyler and I had made a plan to do an all day fishing trip to Geneva. We had it set, bait, snacks, and drinks. We had our poles and tackle boxes packed up the night before. The weather called for warm and sunny day with a light wind. Any fisherman knows it’s a good day for fishing. Not to hot, cause if it is the fish won’t bite. If it’s too cold the fish are harder to catch because they are sluggish and not to mention very uncomfortable for you no matter if it’s hot or cold.

We arrived at Custards Bridge, for everyone who isn’t familiar with the area, it used to be an old steel bridge. It’s on a small back road called Mercer Pike. It’s an outflow to one of the small rivers in the county called French Creek. Geneva Swamp itself is the largest in Crawford county. It spans from Conneaut Lake PA all the way to Mercer Pike. Just about 5-10 miles. The swamp itself is beyond mysterious. There are three bridges that go over it. I-79 is one of the main highways in PA. There is also Snake Road bridge. These two bridges are floating bridges. The story goes that when they were building the interstate over the swamp they couldn’t find the bottom. They dropped cars, a railroad car, and a crane at full extension into the swamp. Never once did any of them reach the bottom.

Within the past few years a barrel was spat back out by the swamp. It was an old pickle barrel. It was about a hundred and twenty years old. When it was opened there was a skeleton in it with a lone bullet hole in the head. The swamp holds onto what it’s given for a very long time. There are many stories concerning that swamp, all of which are creepy. My friend and I are adding to that list.

After nearly fishing all day Tyler and I had three full stringers. One was covered in pan fish which are frail compared to the others we had so we had to give them their own stringer. On another we had several Bowfin. They are ugly as sin and many natives of the area hate them. They kill them and throw them onto the bank. Tyler and I fall into the small percentile that actually eat these prehistoric fish. They are on par with catfish let me tell you that. On our final stringer we had Pike and bass. Overall it was a good day’s haul. We had enough that the next day we were going to have a fish fry.

As dusk approached we moved to the other side of the bridge where we could fish the open swamp. That was our first mistake. We dipped the fish into the water, rigged up our bait, got situated in our chairs, and cast our rods. We caught several more bowfin. There was a man on the other side of the outflow from us. He stuck around to watch the sunset. Once it was done he left. Tyler and I were the only ones left at that fishing hole. An hour or two into the darkness and we only caught two more fish. Then the weirdness started.

As I mentioned before there was little to no wind that day. So we were both taken by surprise when a mist just appeared around us. There was no moon that night so the mist made it even harder to see. Part of being in the outdoors your whole life is your senses are heightened in the dark. However this mist made my outdoors training non effective. The mist around us was thick but behind us we could see. It was like the mist was focused only in that one spot, the spot we were fishing. That’s when I heard it, a woman’s scream.

It was about a hundred yards or so away from us. Over by his car. I turned to Tyler. “Dude did you hear that?” I asked looking at him.

“What?” He asked looking at me.

“I swear I heard a woman scream” I said looking back in the direction of the scream.

“You sure it wasn’t an animal?” He asked looking at me.

I looked back at him. “In all my years in the outdoors I’ve never heard an animal make a perfect human scream” I said.

Both of us started to develop a feeling of being watched. We were looking around, expecting to see something or someone come out of the mist. I had my hunting knife with me and he had a filet knife. I felt uneasy not having a gun with me like I do during hunting season. I could feel eyes on me, I just couldn’t pinpoint where exactly.

“Clayton, look” Tyler said making me look to him. He pointed behind us and I turned to look. In a wooded lot on the other side of the road we saw a flash. There were bright flashes moving through the woods. Never in the same place twice. They were moving in our direction. I looked back to Tyler who looked at me.

“I think we caught enough fish don’t you?” I asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Yup” he said, both of us getting up quickly.

We reeled our rods up quickly, grabbed our equipment and chairs. We moved quickly up a hill and jumped the guardrail. Once on the road Tyler started moving quickly. I paused, looking towards the flashes. That was another mistake cause I heard the scream again. This time it was close. I white knuckled my knife as I started moving quickly towards his car. I felt a heavy presence nearby making me stop once I got to the car. Once I did I noticed two things. One there was no sounds, no frogs, owls, nighthawks, geese, or even crickets. Two the mist was around the bridge that was it. One large ball of mist. In the mist I saw a female figure, just the outline and shadow. She was looking at us. I saw her and watched as the mist was swept away by an unseen force. Once it was gone so was the figure and with it the swamp came to life with the creatures of the night.
To this day both Tyler and I won’t fish Geneva Swamp after dark. We’ll stick around and watch the sun go down but once it does we pack up and we’re gone. I talked to a friend of ours who has lived around that swamp his whole life. He’s seen similar events, he thinks it might have something to do with a woman who might have been killed out there and her body was never found. I think it might be a demon, one trying to hide itself with the local lore of the area. One thing is sure God was looking out for us that day. That and Geneva Swamp is out of the question when the sun goes down for now on.

Fishing with a serial killer

This story didn’t happen to me, it happened to my father when he was in high school in the late 70’s. He was, and still is, an avid fisher, hunter, hiker, etc. At the time this took place, he was ice fishing with a few close friends at a lake in southern Wisconsin. Every time he recounts this story to me, he get this look of disgust on his face, less like he remembers the fear, and more like he’s ready throw up at the thought it. The rest will be from his perspective.

We were out on the lake, it was cold. A few of the guys just walked back to the car to get some things, and it was just me Bruno. We were minding our own business when this older man walked out of the woods. He was sort of chubby, and big, and he had a creepy smile. We didn’t think anything of it, we were raised to be polite, so we struck up a conversation.

He said he’d been fishing too, and wasn’t catching much. He asked if we wanted a drink, said he had some at his camp. We told him we had our own and we were okay.

Then he asked us if he could hang out with us a bit longer. We thought it was odd, especially because he was so much older than us, and he was alone. He continued to talk to us, and even drank some of our beer. Then he asked if we’d come over for dinner at his place. This is where red flags popped up. We turned him down, told him we had plans, and eventually he left. All this took place when there were only two of us on the lake.

I would have forgotten the whole thing. He was just another strange creepy older man, who needed someone to talk to. Until a few months later when I saw him on the news. He was the Killer Clown, according to the news report. None other than John Wayne Gacy. Thinking back on it now, I’d hate to imagine what he would’ve done if we’d taken him up on his offer. I’m just glad he rotted in jail.

 

Scoutmaster’s Voice

I am an eagle scout in Ohio, and I do a lot of camping most of the camp outs I go fishing on because it gets me away from the younger scouts. So when this all happened I was at peace until it all went to hell.

The trip was reasonably peaceful, we ate played capture the flag etc, etc. The everyone went to bed exept me I decided to go night fishing with a buddy. So about midnight we head out to a lake about a mile and a half away from the campsite. Thinking nothing of it this seemed routine to us. When we got there we were greeted by the usual crickets frogs and such and we were there for about 45 minutes until this started happening…

First everything went dead quiet, which when you are also an avid Hunter you know this is a bad sign. We start to get a bit of the heebe jeebes of course at that moment we decided to go back to camp. Now this is where things get freaky.

A screech sound kinda wailed across the lake as we heard branches breaking and sounds from across the lake and making it’s way around fast. Now both me and him know animal calls and this was no animal we imediatly drew out pocket knives. Which wasn’t going to help much because we were 15 year old boys. We looked around for a place to hide we found one of those stationary latrines with a door almost cut off exept for a plexj glass window. We book it for the latrine.

We hunker down and get really quiet. We hear noises just outside on the lake. Now me being me and being very curios it got the best of me and I look out of the window and I saw the scariest thing in my life. It was very pale, skinny like home skinny, and it had long arms and claws at the end. It seems it must have sensed it was being watched because it turned around and locked eyes with me. I slide back down and we lock the latrine door. Next thing we know there is scratching at the door and neither of us dared look out there. Until it said something. “SCOUTS what are you doing in the latrine?” It sounded like my scoutmaster but it wasn’t it was like it was twisted and distorted. The whole night we were tortured by this thing.

When dawn came about 9:30 we came out with all of the color drained from our faces. We went back to camp and swore not to tell anyone. It was only recently after we were doing some research on native American legends that we figured out it was a wendigo. So we divided everytime we go fishing to bring out hatchets and machetes as well. The dark half of me wanta to see this thing again and this time face it. See if it really is non killable.

But still to this day, both of our fishing poles were gone when we came out. We still have no idea what happened to them.

Happy nightmares.