Around 1:00am or so, my brother and I decided there was nothing left to do in the house, so we decided to go night fishing and try out the new weedless lures we bought the day prior. We got into my 12 foot row-boat and rowed out into the middle of the lake where we usually catch a mess of blue-gill. There was a meteor shower expected around 3:00am, so we had alot of time to kill. Two hours or so passed, and my brother caught a few bass, while my toll was at zero with nothing more to show for it than a sore back and the occasional yawn. We had been drifting along the edge of the lake by this time, fishing in the lily-pads where the fish were jumping. I was playing with the mag-light, shining for fish and pointing out musk-rats, when my brother whom was facing me asks, "What..the f***, is that? Turn off the light, quick!", so I complied, looking around confused, expecting to see a loch-ness monster emerging from the water behind me, or a UFO hovering above the shore-line.. I asked him what he had seen, and he said a giant bat the size of a heron darted past the boat and dissapeared into the distant darkness. There had been small bats swooping about through-out the night, catching small insects around the water.. We got into a discussion about bats, flying-foxes and such, making note that there arent supposed to be bats that large in Michigan. I've lived here my entire life of nineteen years and I've never seen a bat larger than the average back yard bird.. We continued on, drifting along the shore and making no big deal out of the giant bat that was flying around somewhere. 20 minutes had passed and I heard a really odd sound coming from across the road. A road runs paralell along side the north-western edge of my lake. It was probably 50 yard away or so, behind a house well lit with porch lights, where I could make out what looked like an old barn with a solar light on the side. The sound reminded me of a raptor from Jurassic park, a raspy screeching that almost resembled a shovel whisking along concrete. "Somebody just got attacked by a Raptor.", I said jokingly. My brother was concentrating on his extreme bass fishing, and paid no attention to what I had said. A couple minutes later, the same sound emitted, louder than before. "What the hell was that?", he asked. "Thats why I said somebody got attacked by a Raptor." We sat quietly, listening to the crickets, waiting for the strange sound that followed again moments later. "It's a f***ing Chupacabra.", my brother half joked. Then I began thinking about the giant bat he had seen a short while before. The noises continued, roughly 30 seconds between them. We began to get a little paranoid, our talk of it being a Chupacabra started to get more convincing, as the screeching let on. "Dude, lets go back to the dock. I don't want to be out here with a fricken Chupacabra, but I dont want to get out of the boat either." I complained. I checked my watch, it was 4:10am and we had this disturbing event at play so we did just that. We tied the boat to the dock and walked down our private drive, back to the house, the flashing darting around the trees and weeds, looking for our little carnivorous friend who I really didnt want to see. I came inside, and typed this up. I'm not going back outside until it's daylight.
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i think this story is so convincing it's real if you think about it nothing makes a souns like a JP "Raptor" try and go back with your brother with a camera which is good at taking pictures at night an see if you can capture one if i were you i would take a fire poker as protection as it has a hard end for bashing and i pointy end for poking.
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