KY Henderson Summer 1987 #00007

A Strange Encounter as told by actual witness Bart Nunnely:
“There is a place in Smith Mills, Henderson Co. KY, called Burbanks Lake, also known locally as ‘Spook Hill’. As you might guess by the name, down thru the years it has garnered a reputation for being haunted. I believe it to be a ‘window’ location as many inexplicable experiences have taken place in this area, including various crypt id sightings like bf, water monsters, giant birds and black panthers. UFO activity is not uncommon here, and there are many ghost stories associated with Spook Hill as well. Lending to this is the fact that there are 2 very old cemeteries to be found, long since reclaimed by the forest, at the hills top. Also situated there between the main cemetery and the slave cemetery, are 3 ancient lakes. One is fairly big and deep and all were rumored to contain monster bass. All the male members of my family have always been avid fishermen and, one day back in the summer of 1987, we decided to go and fish there. This was totally against our dad’s better judgment. He had lived near the area when he was younger and had been personally warned by Mr. Burbank never to let dark catch him there. He never said why. Also, my older half brother had told us a scary story about a time he and a brother-n-law had went night fishing there in a boat a few years before. He claimed that, every time the two tried to land the boat and come ashore to leave, the woods would erupt with the sound of breaking branches and heavy footsteps at the point which they were heading the boat for, forcing them to shove back out into the middle of the lake. Every attempt to leave the lake was met by this resistance, which frightened them both, and they were forced to spend the entire night in the boat far away from shore. Only when dawn broke were the two ‘allowed’ to leave, which they did in all haste, never to return. This intrigued me to no end, green as I was back then, but the lure of trophy bass enticed us all. We arrived at the lake in the early afternoon and headed thru the trees down to the water. We had been able to procure a one man bass boat with a small trolling motor from a friend. It could hold two people-but barely. As there were 6 of us, four brothers and two friends, this meant that four of us would be confined to fishing the banks. We found the place to be absolutely teeming with water moccasins and not one of us had brought a weapon of any type, only fishing poles. Since everyone wanted to fish the other side of the lake we opted to be ferried across instead of trying to walk thru the grass and trying to avoid a possible snake bite. It took forever for the little motor to chug everyone across the lake. By the time we were there it was late afternoon. We fished awhile without much luck. Before we knew it darkness was fast approaching. My older brother began to ferry everyone back across one at a time. This took around 30-40 minutes round trip, with five trips to be made. Complete darkness fell with just my younger brother and me remaining on the far side of the lake. We had half a gal. of kerosene and had earlier gathered what wood we could find, which was mostly wet since it had rained there a couple of days previously, and used it to build a small fire. We were sitting there bemoaning so much trouble for nothing when the sound of breaking branches and heavy footsteps erupted from the woods in front of us. It was a terrifyingly loud commotion and we jumped up in fright. I have never before or since, been so terrified by any type of sound. It was, looking back, totally unlike me to react in such a manner. Perhaps it was because, at the first limb fracture, we BOTH knew immediately what was out there in the darkness of the haunted woods. Worse, the sounds soon began to come from behind us and to our right as well, and they were getting closer. We heard no grunts. No growls. No breathing. Just the heavy footfalls and the terrific explosions of tree limbs all around. We thought we were both going to die that night, without a doubt. We could see nothing as it was quite dark. No moon and heavy cloud cover. When the sounds got quite close I threw some kerosene into the fire, determined to at least see what was about to eat us. The kero ignited and the fire flared up, illuminating an area of about 25 ft. in all directions. We could see nothing. The light would only last for a few seconds then subside and plunge our surroundings back into utter darkness. When this happened the sounds would approach us again. Over and over I threw the fuel into the shrinking fire, washing the woods in sudden firelight. We never did see a thing. Not even a single eye-shine. The kerosene didn’t last long. We had been yelling and making a good sized noise of our own, to no avail. It seemed that only the light was holding our would be attackers at bay. But the fire was fading fast. Soon it was reduced to a tiny flame at one end of a small, wet branch-and the noises were closing in. I picked it up and held it up in front of me as we walked backwards down towards the water’s edge. I told my brother to get ready to swim for his life. The noises followed us down to the lake; amazingly, even thou this area had very few trees! It sounded like invisible branches were being broken by invisible beings. Lucky for us, just as we were about to get wet, we heard the sound of our brother on the boat shouting his approach. We yelled for him to hurry. When he reached us we were in a state of agitation, to say the least. He wanted to know who was next. Well, to put it simply, we found out a one man boat can carry three people in an emergency.”

– B.M.Nunnelly, Bigfoot Investigator