by Anna Olvera
Another hot and sizzling summer is upon us and it’s time to plan the perfect family getaway, stay behind at home or simply take your family or your buddies to a well deserve and peaceful fishing trip. Or not? The next accounts occurred while people were out fishing – the stories are told by real-life anglers who have never forgotten the events and never returned to these fishing spots.
My cousin and I were fishing late at night. We decided to go around 9:00 PM since that’s when it’s the best time for us to get a bite. We got to our spot and there was nothing but the two of us, the lake and your normal chirp-chirp or some other random animal sounds, which we were used to. About 30 minutes into our peaceful night of fishing, suddenly things went quiet – if you have ever gone to “our spot,” you know that just does not happen. We didn’t say anything and we kept on with our night, but suddenly there was a loud screaming sound coming from behind us. I turned to look at my cousin – by this time his face was pale and we asked out loud at the same time, “Did you hear that?” “Yes, I did. What was it?” “I don’t know, I’ve never heard that before.”
As much as we both tried to ignore it, we kept alert but then it passed and after about an hour or so we had forgotten about the incident. We didn’t catch much so we decided to pack up and call it a night. When we were headed back to our truck, we started hearing rustling leaves behind us. We turned around (thinking it was an animal) but nothing was there. We kept on and right as we were about to hop in our truck, a woman appeared right in front of us (a few feet away). She looked dirty and a little beat up with some blood stains on what seemed to be a nightgown of some sort.
We shouted, “Are you ok? Do you need help?”
She continues to stare at us. Then the shrieking scream we had heard before came out of her mouth. My cousin and I were petrified and got into the car and drove off, haven’t gone to “our spot” ever since. We have never told anyone what happened but I can still hear that scream from time to time. – Eddie G
My two buddies from the war and I go about twice a year on a weekend long fishing trip. We catch up on our lives, rent a cabin, the usual. But this year happened to be that one of my buddies was sick so when I told my other friend about it, he told me that his cousin was in town and that he could fill in. So we took off to our spot.
Once we got there, it was late in the afternoon but we had enough time to set up our gear and head down to the boondocks. Among some of the things we take with us, there’s a weather/emergency radio in case of an emergency. We set it up on any FM frequency and chill out till we catch something.
Between us talking and getting to know more about my friend’s cousin, the radio started to make a crackling sound (which it had never done before). Then the radio mysteriously switched from FM to AM, which I thought was weird since it has a little button on the side that you need to press in order to change it. We called it a night but my friend’s cousin looked distracted; he kept looking at the lake and smiling and there was also a hint of fear in his eyes.
When we got to the cabin, we headed towards the kitchen because we heard a loud noise. All the dishes had been thrown to the floor and my radio was still making the same strange sound. My buddy’s cousin comes up to me and tells me:
“Don’t worry, it’s the spirit of the man who lives here. He just doesn’t like you guys coming here.”
I looked at him puzzled and my friend later explained to me that he’s a medium, I’m not much of a believer but now things have changed.
– Joe V
Back in the colonial days, there were people called ‘wreckers.’ They would stand on beaches with lanterns and trick ships into running aground and then loot the ship and kill anyone who survived on the beach. They’d then drag their bodies back to the water to make it look like a normal shipwreck.
Well, one night on East Beach in Rhode Island, I was fishing with my father and as we got down to the beach we saw some odd drag marks in the sand. After about a half hour of casting, we made our way back to the truck and as we hit the parking lot, our German Shepard started acting really weird.
We were loading up the truck with our gear when we saw a light coming out of the dunes. As we got a good look, we saw it was an old 17th or 18th-century lantern. We then saw two more lights and four people walked out wearing colonial clothes. At that point, we just threw everything in the truck, picked up our now growling dog, and blasted out of there.
As we pulled out, our lights went right over the people and we saw they were wearing ratty colonial style clothes. It really freaked us out. – Stripers Online
– Stripers Online
The German Soldier
Only once when I was fishing did I have a ghostly experience, and that was when I was fishing at a lake in France. I’d been there for a couple of days, and my time was really nice and peaceful. There was an old château nearby riddled with bullet holes from the Second World War. Anyway, this lake is on a French Army training area so it was pretty secluded. During the late afternoons, I had the feeling of being watched from the woods at the far end of the lake. Each day, at the same time, the feeling would return, usually around dusk, and from different areas, as if whatever it was was getting closer.
I remember waking on the last night of my trip. Outside the bivy, it was very foggy and I could hardly see the dim glow of my bite alarms. I decided to make a brew, and as I flicked on the lighter the sparks silhouetted the face of a helmeted German soldier peering into my bivy from the darkness outside.
The next morning I packed up and went home but not before speaking to an old French Estate Warden who told me that the château had seen some fierce fighting when the Americans liberated that area of France. The Germans had fled into the woods only to be ambushed by a patrol in reserve. They were all killed and buried around the lake. I don’t think I’ll fish there again. – Stripers Online
My buddy and I were fishing at a certain fort in Jamestown, RI one night, soaking bait. At one point, my buddy decided to walk to the boat dock about 50 yards away. The whole walk there he said he sensed someone behind him and heard footsteps. He thought I was walking with him, but when he turned around he was alone. He said it creeped him out pretty bad and he never went back to that spot with me. Now flash forward to next summer. I decided to fish this spot by myself. I had completely forgotten about my friend’s experience. I got to the dock and unloaded everything and started to soak some bait. It was a clear, moonless night with no wind or breeze.
He said it creeped him out pretty bad and he never went back to that spot with me. Now flash forward to next summer. I decided to fish this spot by myself. I had completely forgotten about my friend’s experience. I got to the dock and unloaded everything and started to soak some bait. It was a clear, moonless night with no wind or breeze.
About a half hour into watching my rod, I started to smell perfume around me. I thought it was pretty weird since I was the only one there. The smell kept getting stronger and stronger, so I walked about 10 feet to my right and the smell disappeared. I walked back to my original spot, and the perfume smell was still there, stronger than ever. It was strong to the point that my nose started to burn. At that point, I said, “where the hell is this smell coming from?” Soon after I said that the smell disappeared. That’s when I packed up and left. I’ve never been back to that spot.
At that point, I said, “Where the hell is this smell coming from?” Soon after I said that, the smell disappeared. That’s when I packed up and left. I’ve never been back to that spot. – Stripers Online
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