Ok here goes...

A friend of the family owned a very large georgian mansion which had been in their family for years. The owner didn't have very much money and found it hard to maintain the place but refused to sell up considering how long it had been in his family for. It was creepy to look at, originally white but very over grown with ivy, he only occupied the first floor.

The grounds were huge with a very large lake filled with some very big carp and tench. He allowed me to fish it pretty much when I wanted in the day but was always uncomfortable when I asked if I could do a night session. After much pestering he finally agreed but for some reason said under no circumstance should I set up on the the south side of the lake. At the time I didn't really think much of it as I was rather excited about the prospect of finally being able to finally get a ngith session.

It was mid april, I had taken the week off work and the weather had been fantastic.. I arrived at the house around 12pm and knocked on the door. My friend answered the door and let me in. I had a cup of tea and started to talk about how I was going to fish the lake that night. He seemed distant and again said about under no cricumstance should I set up on the south side of the lake. I asked why and he paused before mumbling about how he was having some of the trees cut back but didn't know when and how I would be in the way. Again I just went along with it although.

I set up on the north side and settled in for the night. I had a run at 11 and landed a nice 14lb mirror. I put the fish back and baited up, it was dark, totally overcast and cold. As I cast out and my line hit the clip I heard a loud high pitched noise from the oposite side of the lake. It stopped and my ears kind of popped and I could hear ringing. I have a 2million candle power torch which I grabbed and shone across the lake. The lake was steaming, I scanned the beam along the bank but didn't see anything.. I switched off the torch, the beam faded, and I climbed inside my bivvy.

I was drifting in and out of sleep to the sound of the trees gently blowing in the wind. My alarm bleeped once and I sat bolt upright in bed. I watched my alarm LED light go out, the cloud had lifted and the moon lit up the lake. I remember thinking how awesome it looked and lay back in bed thinking there wasn't anywhere I would rather be at that point in time. "CRACK". What the hell was that? I sat up, silence "CRACK". I got out of my bivvy and looked across the lake, couldn't see anything. I stood there listening, nothing. I then heard a very feint voice. The voice was distressed, crying mixed in with what sounded like "no no can't no, not so". I grabbed my torch and shone it across the lake, my eyes widened and mouth opened as I saw a figure stumbling near to the bank. I quickly shut off the torch and then started to **** myself like I have never **** myself before. What seemed like an age passed as I decided what to do. I turned the torch back on and pointed it back across the lake, my breath was being pieced by the light shaft, I couldn't see anything,

I stood there for ages, before I plucked up the courage to shout out "Hey", "are you ok?". Nothing. "HELLOOOOOO". Nothing. I turned off the torch and was shaking. I went back to my bivvy and got into bed before pulling the covers right up over my head. The invincible force of my sleeping bag would protect me. I was curled up in a ball thinking what the hell should I do? Should I go to the house? Should I go and look on the other side of the bank? The house was little under a kilometre away, I couldn't see the house from where I was located. I got out of my bivvy and decided to go to the house. I reeled in and then started to walk around the lake to the east side. My walk started to quicken before I was doing one of those mad panic runs. I got to the landscaped meddow/lawn which allowed me to see the house. I was still running and noticed some of the lights were on in the upper part of the house. I made it to the door and hammered on it. My friend answered after a while and without saying anything he said "you better come in".

I was bent over double, so out of breath. I managed to form a sentence between breaths and told him what I had seen. He didn't seem phased he said lets talk about this in the morning. The next day I awoke to the smell of bacon and egg. I dragged myself off the floor and went into the kitchen. I ate some food in silence. He then put a book in front of me. It was a scrap book with a load of paper cuttings, pictures etc about the house collected over the years. He told me to look at page 28. The first thing I saw was "INFANT FOUND" in a big typeface, I read on and learned how in 1856 a infant of 3 had disapeared, and was later found in the lake by the mother.

Brilliant

I did a night session recently where I kept having wierd dreams, the ones where you have a dream in your dream, and wake up twice. It was really really disorientating.