Category Archives: The Lake

Fireworks At The Lake

I’ve posted a few times about things happening at the lake where my dad lives. Surprisingly I haven’t made a Lake category. I’ll get to fixing that as soon as I’m done with this.

I spoke to him just the other day, after he told me about the stuff going on at Reily’s Pizza. He said some more things are going on where he lives.

A quick recap. The only people who lived at that lake for decades was the owner and his wife. My dad has been going there his entire life, so he’s known the owners at least that long. There were some campers there, and the owners let a few people who were close to them live there in the campers, my dad being one. A few years ago the owner’s wife passed away, and the owner, Arlie, decided to close the lake to customers. Since he was getting older and in failing health, my dad started taking care of him, because that’s the kind of guy my dad is.

Recently, Arlie had to move into a nursing home, and probably won’t get out of it this time. So, my dad is living at the lake now by himself, in Arlie’s place. With all that has gone on there over the years, paranormally speaking, it’s no surprise that things are continuing to happen, especially now that my dad is alone.

He said the other day he heard a loud pop. Said it sounded like those little firecracker things you throw at stuff and they pop when they hit something. He looked all over, outside too, and found nothing. An hour later, it happened again. This time he looked over at the front door, where he heard the sound come from, and said he saw a tiny puff of smoke near the door.

That’s when the TV started acting up. He said it shut itself off, and when he went to get the remote, it turned back on. And then it proceeded to turn itself off and on several more times.

My dad is used to the paranormal, as he’s dealt with it most of his life. It seems ghosts and the like are attracted to him. Still, it creeps him out sometimes, especially when he’s alone.

More Lake Ghosts, And UFOs

I told you about some odd things happening at the lake where I hang out with my dad. I just spent some time with him and he told me a few stories I had forgotten about, so I thought I’d share them here. He also told me how nothing seems to happen much anymore at the lake, except things going missing all the time.

He currently lives with the old man who owns the property. My dad takes care of the man, since his own family (who lives next door) seems to not care much about him. My dad said he figured he would see all kinds of weird stuff while living there, but so far nothing much has happened, other than things going missing when they shouldn’t.

Recently, the old man had his license plate renewal stickers and updated registration come in the mail. My dad brought it in from the mailbox and set it down on the kitchen table. He told the old man about it and the old man said for my dad to put the stickers on the plates on the truck in the morning. My dad said he would. It has been a week now, and neither can find the letter with the stickers or the registration. It had never been moved, by them, from the kitchen table.

My dad said “hundreds” of times, but more like dozens most likely, is how many times the TV remotes have switched places. Both men have their own chairs in the living room, and both have tables next to the chairs. Depending on who is watching TV, or who is in charge of it, depends on who has the remotes. My dad told me those remotes, when they’re sitting on his table when he’s using them, either when the old man is gone or sleeping, my dad will go to get one and find it gone, only to discover it’s sitting on the old man’s table next to his chair. The only person who could have moved it would have been my dad, and there’s no reason he would have done that, and then forgot doing it.

Aside from that, nothing else has happened. Except last night, when my dad and I were sitting at my dads place by the lake, we both heard a car come down the driveway. My dad asked if I had heard a car and I said I had. Just after I said that, outside we heard one of the dogs take off, run up towards the driveway, and then bark once it was up there. We investigated, and nobody was there.
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The Ghosts At The Lake

There’s a lake that used to be open to the public as a pay lake and campgrounds, just down the road from the ghost truck incident. The lake is currently closed to the public and is now a private residence. My dad happens to live there with the man who owns the property.

My dad was telling me about some things that happen out there. It’s not a lot, and there could be explanations for it other than the paranormal, but the stories are creepy and of course, you can decide.

Since the lake has closed the people who live there still are always on the lookout for people coming in and trying to fish, so they’re always listening for cars. The lake is in the country and surrounded by farm land, but there are a few roads around it that see their fare share of traffic. You can tell when someone is going by, but you can definitely tell when someone is coming down the driveway from the road, because it’s gravel. The cars, of course, also sound closer because they are. You can also tell when a car door is shut at one of the neighbors houses, or if it’s shut on the lake’s property. Mostly because you can just barely hear the car doors shut at the neighbors even if you’re standing outside, because of how far away the neighbors are.

The people who live at the lake often tell about being in their campers and hearing cars coming down the driveway, hearing car doors shut as if the car is at the old bait shop. They’ll go to look and find nobody there, or anywhere on the property, who could have made that noise. One resident told how one night he heard a car pull up right next to his camper and he heard a car door shut. He went outside quickly to tell the people the lake was closed and they couldn’t be there, only nobody was there.

I’ve even heard cars sound like they’re coming down the driveway and there would be nothing there, so I’ve experienced this myself. Never one sounding like it was right next to a camper I was in though. Who knows, maybe it’s that ghost truck from down the street.

My dad also told me of Jack, a man who visited him twice at the lake since it’s been shut down. Sometimes people who used to go to the lake years ago will come back by only to find out it’s been closed. They’ll often ask to talk to the owner, because they remember him from years ago. Everyone out there knows and loves him. So these people will ask to see him to say hi and to catch up on missed time.

My dad was at his place one night, sitting outside either reading or just enjoying the view of the lake. It was quiet that night, as most nights are out there now, when suddenly a man appeared from around the fishing shelter in front of my dads place. My dad jumped. The man introduced himself as Jack and asked about the lake being shut down. He then asked how the owners were (elderly couple, the wife passed on just a year ago now, when Jack stopped by she hadn’t passed on yet) and my dad said they were fine. Jack said that was good, said how he used to fish there all the time years ago, said goodbye and left, going back the way he came on the other side of the shelter.

Curious, my dad got up to go look for his car, because he hadn’t heard one come in, or heard any doors shut, or even heard the man walking around. The parking lot for the lake is right behind my dads camper. When he walked around the camper next to his and looked around, there was no car or Jack.

A few months went by and the same thing happened again. Jack appeared from around the front of the shelter and scared my dad, but my dad remembered him and said hi. Again the man asked how the owners were doing, my dad said they were good, and told him he could stop by and say hi to them before he left. Had the man driven there, he would’ve passed the owners home on his way back out the driveway. Jack told my dad that was okay, he was in a hurry, said goodbye and left the way he came again, in front of the shelter. My dad jumped up and passed by the front of the shelter and went to the other side of it. Nobody and no car were there.

If Jack is a real, living guy and he didn’t drive to the lake, if he walked there, he came from a long way off, through woods and farm fields, in the dark. There’s a street light that sits high up on a telephone pole, and that light lights up all of what used to be the parking lot of the lake. There was plenty of light for my dad to see, but the guy just vanished. Those are the only two times he had ever been seen, at least by my dad.

My dad described the guy to the owners and told them his name was Jack, but neither could remember him. And they knew everybody.

Just a warning, if you should happen to find yourself there and you go on to the property, you are trespassing and authorities will be called. They don’t put up with trespassers because some come to the lake to do damage to the property, such as breaking and entering, or stealing stuff off of the property, like things that are still in the bait shop (there’s nothing left in the bait shop, but trespassers don’t know that). So don’t bother going out there, if they catch you they will not ask you to leave, they’ll tell you. Not enough activity goes on anyway to justify the trip. I’ve been going out there for 20 years and haven’t experienced anything noteworthy other than a car coming down the drive that could have just been going down the street.

One day in the future it may be open to the public again, but as of now there’s no telling when that might be.