Okay /x/ it's been a few years I've recently moved from the town and I feel like I'm a great enough distance away thinking about won't cause anything to happen.
Too preface, I've never been a believer in ghost or aliens or just other Random urban legend crap, but I did unfortunately have a fear of the dark up untill I was 19.
>be me 16
>Father is a huge fan of fishing, we don't really spend time together since hes an entrepreneur Work with you hands kind of guy (same for both uncles)and I'm a vidya loving TwinkBoi
>Out for lunch next day asks if I want to go night fishing, normally I say no but I've said no so many times I felt bad he was trying to spend time with me I've been blowing him off
>"Sure" Midnight rolls around that same day and we pack our gear and wood scraps for firewood. Both his brothers met us there at our house.
>we all take one truck and head down a to a lake called lake success.
> Everythingisfine.avi
>a few hours pass and we start to see the lake and take the road that follows alongside it. Eventually were forced to stop by a gate (City Gate restricted access)
>start to unload Truck, kina spooky but it's the dark and it's what I've came to expect. Nothing out of the ordinary.
>Our first idea of course was to start the fire, broke down some Wood pallets and just other Random scrap wood get the blood flowing
>We start the fire and out of the corner of my eye I notice what seems to be like a Dog house in the middle of fucking nowhere. EHHHHKAY.PNG
>Decide to check it out, why not it could be more wood for the fire. As I get closer I realize it's not a Dog house at all it's more of a shelter for a small picture frame and some burned out candles.
>it's a memorial to someone who I guess went off the road and died. I'm not really sure how or what happen but as far as I'm concerned someone died here.
>I'm not too scared but I'm kind of on edge I don't want to look like a pussy in front of my dad's brothers or my dad. Whatever.jpg it's just a frame and some candles.
>grab my gear and walk down with the rest of the guys to start fishing. The night goes smooth we get a few bites the moon's reflecting on the lake. My father and his brothers trade a few tales back and forth about there youth. Feelsgoodman
>One of my two uncle's decided he's going to walk to fish off a boat ramp about a mile back down the road.
>maybe an 20-30 minutes later after he leaves we hear someone running, it's not like we hear someones feet pound the ground we here someone in track pants and the pant legs just scraping against each other.
>Me my father and my uncle are in shock we look over and see a black silhouette of a man sprinting straight towards the lake. As soon as we see him he's at the edge of the lake and he goes into a a full on dive into the water.
>WTF WTF WTF WTF I start to panic and so does my father and uncle we grab flashlights and desperately scan the water not really sure if there's someone in the water that needs help or maybe waiting to see a head surface.
>Nothing. In that moment I remember doing a reality check with myself. The water had the ripples from something huge jumping in and replaying the memory back in my head specifically remembering hearing the splash.
>At this point were speechless, not a minute after my other uncle returns from the boat ramp. He wasn't there to see what we saw but he knew something was wrong
>we were frantically tossing our gear in the back of the truck ready to nope.jpg the fuck out of there.
>as soon as we were packed we burned rubber making a U turn faster then a spinning dime and burned half a tank of gas just accelerating out of there.
>My father waas driving while I was frantically explaining to my other uncle (the one who went to the boat ramp) what happened and why we left.
>As I finished the story his face turned Ghost fucking white and he replies with some shit that still haunts me to this day
>"So which one you was with me at the boat ramp?"
>WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT.
>"One of you came and tapped me on the shoulder and I assumed it was because we were leaving"
>WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF
After that day I never went night fishing again or fishing again in general. We learned later that lake was a dumping ground for dead body's caused by local gangs. Me and my father only ever talked about it once after that just so that we both knew we weren't crazy. I realize the story may not be scary to read but I'm really close to being in tears right now that is the single scariest moment of my entire life.
I'll try and post proof when I ask my father about it later through text.