Haunted Fishing Spot
Where I grew up there was a creek that Hmong people loved to fish. It was secluded and beautiful. It was a little noisey though because it was underneath a flow-over dam. The dam had 3 levels. The lowest level had a section of the dam removed so water could flow fast and free. When I was a kid, there were no houses surrounding this dam. It was all woods. When my uncles first came to America, I can still remember that we would go out there and fish until dark without anyone bothering us. Sometimes we would camp overnight. As a kid, I never remembered seeing or hearing anything personally. However, the adults aways talked about hearing voices or seeing shadows move in the woods.
During the first half of the 20th century, it was rumored that the woods surrounding that dam was used as a dumping ground for hit victims by Chicagoland mobsters. Also, the highest part of the flow-over damn was at such an angle that white people would use it as a water slide. Every so often some dumb white kid would go into the water wrong and knock himself out then drown. Over the years, we saw emergency workers pull two bodies out of that creek.
One time some friends went fishing there. The oldest was only 16. He had just gotten his driver's license and he wanted to take a bunch of his little cousins and his brother out to fish at that creek. The little brother was catfishing when his line snagged something heavy. It didn't pull back on his line so he just assumed it was a rock or a log. But when he pulled, the weight slowly came. When the weight surfaced, it was a dead body. The poor kid threw his pole in the water and ran. When he told his brother and cousins, they all took off! They weren't supposed to go fishing without an adult so they never did tell their parents. They told me and my brothers about it years later.
Another time, a Hmong guy and his wife went to that creek late in the afternoon along with a friend and his wife. Their plan was simple: stay late into the night and cast their net for fish. Nevermind that netting was illegal there. Haha I love my Hmong people. As soon as it started to get dark, they began netting. It was a good night and they were getting lots of fish. They had a couple of those 5 gallon buckets each and those were filling up nicely with good eating sized fish. Around 10pm, everyone got tired except for the Hmong guy. His wife and the other couple were on land just casually fishing with rod and reel. But the Hmong guy was still casting his net. Suddenly, a light flashed. They all got scared thinking it was a ranger. The Hmong guy was especially scared because he was still netting. Instinctively, he dropped his net and ducked under the water. The others were astonished by wait they saw. They said they saw a ball of white light just hover over the water. It went to the spot where the Hmong guy went under. It hovered a second or two, then it just vanished. When the Hmong guy came up, it was dark again.
They quickly packed their gear and went home. When they got home, they got the news that my aunt had been in a car accident and died. When he got the news. the poor guy sat down at his dining table and wept openly for the longest time. That Hmong guy was an orphan. He came to America as a teenager and for a time, my uncle and aunt took him in. My aunt loved him like a son and he treated her like a mother. I'm not sure if the light was her coming to say good-bye to him or if it was something else. But it was all very strange.