Beaver lake is an odd place. When you first drive up to the entrance, all you can see is a giant oak tree in the lake that's completely ALIVE. There are no fish in the lake, no turtles. No crickets or any insect can be heard. All of the vegetation on the shoreline is completely DEAD.
Well, of course, I had to check this place out. My cousin David and I grabbed our small tape recorder and headed out to the lake. We got there, parked, and prepared to make ghost catching history. We went out on the floating dock and set up the recorder. Not a sound, not a movement, not even a feeling. Just a complete, all encompassing silence. Deafening. Thick. Even though we were right next to a major road, we could hear nothing. We sat there for about an hour, then decided to leave. We got in the truck and decided to check out our tape. You know, EVP's are mostly heard on playback. So we play it back from the beginning. Nothing. Just us talking. The sounds of water.
We were thinking "bollocks. Nothing here". We let it go for another 3 minutes or so, and decided to turn it off. Just as we were pressing stop, we heard a noise on the tape recorder. We pushed play. What we heard was horrible. It was a low, loud, guttaral scream/roar, followed by running footsteps right up towards US on the dock. The footsteps stopped, then a very quiet voice said "please...help". We left the lake, shake, but determined to go back there one day and get more.
We never did, though. Honestly, I'm kind of glad we didn't.