First let me give you a bit of a background before my tale begins. I was about 12 years old at the time and I had just taken up photography. I live in a small town in Wisconsin that has a public campground just outside the limits and I had been looking for a spot for a unique photo opportunity, but little did I know what I was in for.
That summer I had been riding my bike for a few miles before I remembered that the campground had a small lake. I thought that I could make it there and back home before dark. I reached the entrance to the campground right before sunset and was in a hurry to take my photos and get home before dark.
As I made my way down the pier towards the lake I began to notice that the sounds of the wildlife had begun to silence around me. That was when I smelled it. It was a foul combination of smells, like spoiled meat and rotten fruit. As I began to look around I heard splashing and movement to my left. As I turned to look in the direction of the sounds I saw a tall figure, about 8 feet tall, watching me from above the reeds. I was locked in its gaze for what felt like hours but it must have only been a few minutes.
After it turned away and began walking away I was so terrified by what I had seen I hopped on my bike and got out of there as fast as I could.
To this day no one knows of my encounter because, I knew they wouldn’t believe me.