My first story is part of a series of stories, though I read today they're not connected by the people at all. But there is a very similar thing, and like I said, it was a bit of a rabbit hole I went down. The title of this story is The Thing on the Lake. I live in Michigan, about forty minutes away from any large town or neighborhood. I like it that way. I enjoyed the solitude. I like to go camping, and I have a truck at a small rowboat that I use for fishing. I can take it anywhere because it fits in my truck, but I leave the hatch open and strap it down slide up from a handle on my ounce. That's really nice to bring a cooler of beers my fishing gear to local lakes and use my boat. I'm very careful to wash my boat between lakes because I know about the basis and fishing parasites. It's not clean and wax about every time I use it and get to the lake. I'm added two today and it's a very overgrown, horribly so I had to clear big sticks for the path that had been there for a while. It looked like they had till I reached the lake. As I fulled up, there was a small clearing, a decent sized lake, about the size I could row across the ten minutes or less if I tried. I pulled in, I loaded my boat, my beer. I was off on the lake in under twenty minutes. I brought my beer cooler on the boat right because I can't and nothing better than boats and beers of solitude. I was on the lake and I noticed that staring at my boat from the shore, it was a tall skiddy and an intelligent looking animal that was standing on its hind legs. The creature had long stick like arms and long thick legs. It was a little bit far see very well, but it may have had large brown eyes. It had to bed my imagine, I thought, so I tried to stink myself out of it. I couldn't believe my eyes when I realized I wasn't hallucinating. From my view, I guess it would have been about eight feet tall. Considered how tall I looked next to my truck. He was looking at me. I felt petrified. There's nothing at all that could made me feel safe in that moment. If I thought to shoot at it, I had left my gun in the car. I reached my oars. After I was startled. It seemed to notice and stop looking my direction, which made me feel more upset because that meant had been watched me, probably for a while before I looked over towards it. The animal that went and started to expect my truck tapping on it, and it looked like he was checking out his reflection. I couldn't do anything but to watch it horror while it made some shrieking noises and ran in the woods on all fours. It disappeared into the forest almost instantly. I can't describe how difficult it was to roll back to shore ever seen that our urs felt like jelly, and my heart was out of control. It felt like my whole body was dunked at ice water, and it was uneasy until I got home. When I got to shore, I consider leaving my boat behind, but instead I ran to my car to get my side arm and it loaded up the boat. Went on to say, I had a comment that he still goes out in nature, but this was a once in a lifetime occurrence that makes him now practice sharp shooting, and it makes him keep his gut with it at all times, is it a side arm? If it's not on you, that's a good question. I would say. No, that's the first thing I thought. How inconvenient it just was not on you. So this is, like I said, the first and three different stories of this very similar creature. After I read these stories, and in fact, once we get to the end, I'll tell you what my thought process on this possibly be, because these get progressively weirder. I'll tell you my thought process of what it seems like now to me if I had to guess, yeah, sounds like a death clall from Paul out right. Now, that's just where That's just where I've got. Somebody said, remind me to never go fishing. The creature just wanted to check out his truck. Yeah, there you go. Yeah, maybe you just like this truck. Yeah, you never know. The first day that came to my mind was possibly a bear with mange. I don't know if you ever seeing a hairless bear? Yeah, yeah, night mare? Right, So that was the first thing I thought. But then I kind of dug into these stories and they are everywhere, and they get graze eight foot tall, you said, right, eight foot tall. Yeah, that's pretty scary. Yeah, so it was like twice the height of his truck with a b or something like that. Or well, I mean, I guess the bear could stand on its back legs. Where I be that tall? Yeah, Grizzli, let's get real tall. Where was this out again? In Michigan? He said, you know, on a lake in Michigan. Yeah, that's a pretty deep one. So it's going to progres the stories you have the rest of this nightder guy progress off of that. Yeah, they're not even by the same person. They're just all over the place. So what happened was he ended up into the water, right, Yeah, he was on he was on his boat out there, and so he got out their ways and he kind of looked around and he saw this thing staring at him in the water, and at first it didn't know that he saw it until he started rowing back. And then the fact that it was like he acknowledged it that he was coming back put him off even more. And I agree that would be absolutely insane. He was a run anywhere too fast? Was he? He even debated if he wasn't even he was just going to give up that boat? Yeah, well it's even worth it. It was just a rogot after all. I mean, he said it was small enough to take a fit in the back of his truck, and the man had a little it at himself. I don't think that's worth saving. Yeah, that these whites are the times you just wish you had a real damn boat. If you can't get away as fast as something swimming, then that's not the kind of boat. I screw the boat, Someboddy said. Somebody said, the hell at the boat. Jeff Townsend media sees you good night, and the question is do I stay here? Will you be back? Are you gonna come back? Will you be back? Are you coming back?
