I posted this a while ago in another thread, but seems a bit apt for this.
This one is not Lake related but is 100% true.

Many many years ago I moved into a flat with a girlfriend. The flat turned out to have OTHER residents.
We would often see shaddows or a figure moving down the hallway. The misses was terrified but i was facinated. One evening i'm in the bathroom picking a zit in the mirror when someone laughed loudly in my ear as if they were stading right next to me. I bricked it!! There was nobody eles about.
There was one room that was colder than the rest, a little box room. It always put the hebejeebees up me when i went in there. The misses decided she was going to turn it into a spare room. Anyways, when it was finished we were in the room, about to get down to some jiggy when a loud voice Growled..AND I MEAN GROWLED her name! We absolutly shat it!!
Most would say thats enough to move out, but we stayed because I guess we knew things were very strange but so far it was only a case of "did you see/hear that?"
Anyways, we had a party and a few m8's over. We had told them what we had seen/heard and someone suggested a ouija board. So we set one up. after that thing got a little wierd. The glass was moving like crazy and kept spelling out Devil and Kill. I have to admit it got a bit hysterical at this point. everyone was shyting it. We asked it what it wanted and it kept spelling TO KILL and the glass was dashing over to my misses. She was in tears. anyways. the ONLY two people with fingers on the glass were me and the misses. everyone else backed off. he glass was going mental!! still spelling out the same things.
I Know I wasnt pushing it and I'm damn sure she wasnt. by this stage she was proper hysterical, so we closed the board down released the spirit out the window, smashed the glass and burnt the board.(supposedly the way to end a session properly)
We saw lots of odd things in that flat. Things moved. The salt celler would move by itself across the work top infront of a room full of people. TV would switch on and off.
Anyways oneday we get a knock at the door and it's the previous tennant hunting some lost mail.
So we asked him "anything strange about this flat when you lived here?" He laughed and said "That was the reason I moved out"

I moved south and ended up living in two other haunted houses. Events in both witnessed by others.
I consider myslef to be a logical person, so I do look at things that happen with skeptisism and try to find a logical rational reason, but sometimes when you have exhausted the logical/rational, the only thing left is the impossible/unbelievable

Any more??? Great thread!

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And there's more..... Many moons ago, I fished a reservoir called Pilsworth in Bury.
This lake has a fearsome reputation for dodgy locals with baseball bats giving grief to fishermen and stealing tackle.
We were told some of this by a carper the day we arrived. He left us with a warning to be careful at night. “Watch out for the spot lights” Yeah right! The lake was in the middle of nowhere!!
Anyways, about 1am we are still awake, freezing cold because it's late December, when we heard the sound of a car coming down the track towards the lake. We were bivved up half way down, about 150yrds from the car park. Thinking it must be sh@###rs, we weren't that worried, however we were reflecting on what the carper had told us.
A pair of headlights appeared in the car park and pulled up to bank, shining out across the lake.
So far we were not that concerned but still chose to keep a low profile.
Then a great big 1000+candle power light bangs on from the top of the vehicle. It steadily sweeps the bank of the lake like its searching. Luckily our bivvys were behind a hedge so it couldn't see us. We were digging out any kind of weapon we could find, from black widow catapults to long bank sticks.
They stayed in the carpark for about 30-40 minutes while we lay in ambush mode, sh@##ing bricks, waiting for these hard core thugs to have a pop at us.
Finally they left and we didn't sleep all night!
Next morning we found a puppy in a sack in the lake whimpering. Guess they had come to drown him and see if they could nick some tackle and beat some 15 year olds up at the same time.
Just an average Saturday night out for the boys in Bury I guess.

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Many many moons ago I used to fish a Prince Albert water in Cheshire called Thornycroft. It's in fact two lake's, Top and bottom.
The Top lake is 2, maybe three acres with an island in the middle. On the Island during the winter when the leaves have fallen, you can just make out the remains of an old building hidden in the wooded island. Some used to say this was an old Monastery, Cant confirm this, but still, it is spooky as hell.
This top lake has a reputation of being haunted. A few Carpers who regularly fished the top lake would tell stories of strange glowing lights, like candles, coming from the ruins. As there was no way of getting on or off the island un-noticed, this was a bit worrying. One old boy I spoke to swore blind that he was woken in the night by a bleep from his bite alarms, only to find the figure of a monk standing by his rods, who then faded away to nothing. Obviously s@#@ scared he dived back under his kipping bag (why do we think this offers us protection from the psycho's and the paranormal????) He then got a run within minutes and bagged his PB off the lake? (Casper the friendly fishermans monk ghost?)
The bottom lake is separated from them top lake by a wood. There are stables in these woods where some local girls kept their horses. Scrawled on the wall of the stables was some graffiti saying ‘Beware the ghosts'. Not the best thing to read when on your way to do a week of nights.
The bottom lake is about 500yrds long and 100yrds wide. The south side of the lake is lined with long reed beds with pegs every 15 yards. The top of the lake is silty and shallow, while the bottom of the lake is deeper with dense tree lined snags.
One night a friend and I were we were fishing the snags when we heard the most blood curdling screams coming from the snag area. We didn't sleep a wink that night. Next morning, after much deliberation, we both decided to have a look in the snags. As we were new to the lake at this time, we had never been round to this side. We made our way round, fighting hawthorn bushes ect until we entered what can only be described as a dense bamboo thicket. In the middle of the thicket was a clearing. In this clearing were two graves with headstones. There was also an old pram with something wrapped up in a blanket. Neither of us ever wanted to look inside it. There were also dolls hanging out of the trees on pieces of string.
In hindsight, it was probably a kids den, but at the time, our minds worked overtime and we s@#@ ourselves properly!!
The opposite bank was a long lawn that ran up to a big Mansion like building on top of the hill.
We had had no idea who owned the mansion or who lived there. One morning I woke up before dawn, opened my bivvy door and looked out. all I could see was a white mist. Still sleepy and a bit perplexed, I got out and stood up. As I stood up straight my head emerged out of the mist which was five foot deep. Above that it was clear. The full moon was still up which gave the mist an eerie glow It was like a sea of mist. Only my head and the tips of the reeds were protruding above it. It was beautiful but very creepy, however the worst was to come. I wondered over to my m8 in the next swim and we had a smoke and admired this heavy morning mist. Suddenly we hear this weird chanting like sound coming from the mansion. Next thing, this procession of men dressed in long brown monks habits came out of the mansion and started walking in a line down towards the lake chanting and holding a prayer book out in front of then. They stood by the water chanting while my mate and I hid in the bivvy until they went.
All very scary when your 14
Many years later we found out that the mansion was a catholic retreat run by monks.