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Creature spotted in ‘Boro Lake

 Sightings of a massive, black creature with a long neck and a large, humped back was reported in Edinboro Lake last Monday at 7:30 a.m.

“It certainly wasn’t any type of fish that I’ve ever seen,” said Stanley Yelnats, a 56-year-old local fisherman who was out in his boat early that morning.

Yelnats said that he had been fishing for about an hour, when a disturbance in the water caught his attention.

“Directly in the center of the lake, a large bubble appears, then another, then another. Just as I was reaching to start my motor up, I saw this large, reptile-like head come right up out of the bubbles,” Yelnats described. 

“Then, at least 50 feet behind it, a huge lump of what must’ve been its back appeared above the water,” Yelnats said. “This thing was huge.”

Yelnats said that he grew up in Edinboro and has been fishing on Edinboro Lake for as long as he can remember and nothing this big has ever been spotted. 

“I didn’t think the lake was deep enough to contain something of that size,” Yelnats said. “I’m just glad my boat wasn’t right on top of it when it decided to surface.”

Lavender Brown, a junior sociology major at Edinboro University, said she was walking her German Shepherd, Duke, along the lake when she noticed something strange.

“One minute the water was calm and peaceful, and then the next thing I know, large bubbles appear out in the middle and this long black thing stuck straight up out of the water,” she said.

She didn’t get a second look because Duke started barking and yanking on the leash.

“Duke hardly ever barks,” Brown said. “So, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t hallucinating whatever I saw out there.”

Bob Cratchit, a 30-year-old mechanic from Edinboro, and his seven-year-old son, Tim Cratchit say that they too saw something big out in the lake when they were fishing there sometime early Monday morning.

“I was baiting my son’s hook when he started jumping up and down and tugging on my arm, shouting, ‘Dad! Look!’” Cratchit said. “I looked out at the lake and there was what looked to be a long neck and, behind it, a huge lump of a back just floating on top of the water.”

Cratchit shook his head and laughed, “I want to say that it looked like a long-neck dinosaur, but then you’d think I was crazy. But I really can’t explain it any other way.”

Amy Price, a 36-year-old local marine biologist, said that there have been similar sightings reported over at Loch Ness, Scotland, which could add to the truth of the possible sightings in Edinboro Lake. “There have been reports of either three black humps or a long dinosaur neck rising above the water surface, or both in some instances,” she said.

“The only explanation that I can think of is that there could be a smaller version of the Loch Ness Monster located here in Edinboro,” Price said. “There has been evidence that some dinosaurs do still exist, so there could be a good possibility that what these people have seen could be a surviving giant from the past.”

(Disclaimer – None of the information is this article is factual)

Anna Tielmann (Taken from The Spectator Vol 3, Issue 21)
 

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The Hidden Stream

Bubbling and rippling, curving and dipping
Small fish and minnows, eating and flipping
Over rocks and through reeds
Brown cattails and short weeds.
Liquid laughter dance
That is meant to entrance
Any tired passerby, guaranteed
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Boating Trip

Oars dip deep, push, ripples flow gently away
In ever growing circles, splashing on the shores of the bay
Canoes and sailboats, a family boating trip.
Siblings race, some attempt to flip
Others into the wet. Laughter rings out.
As the attack is foiled, with a splash and a shout.
Soon a whistle sounds,
And heads turn around
As aromas drift across the lake of grilled trout.
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Static Scene

A blood red sun shone through a thick veil of smoke over an ominously quiet town. Black ashes fluttered in the wind, like the snow of death. Traces of gasoline lingered on the light breeze blowing through the skeletal structure of what was once a house. Charred doors stood as if still attached to a non-existent wall and shards of glass littered the surrounding grass. Large crows with black, beady eyes pecked among the burnt remnants of what was once a kitchen. Blackened cupboards with their doors lopsidedly hanging, melted trash cans, and a shattered cookie jar yielded their contents to the persistent pecking. Metal bed frames stood out in stark contrast to the ghostly white remains of a bedroom wall that easily flaked at the slightest touch. A smoky mirror hung, cock-eyed, in what was once a bedroom. At its foot lay the broken pieces of picture frames, a young child’s smiling face peeking out between the remains of a hand-crafted frame that had managed to escape the hungry flames. Outside, on the scarred lawn covered in debris, there stood a sturdy sycamore tree. Several of its branches had been suddenly amputated and a large chunk had been gouged out of its trunk. Tucked in the nook of the roots at the base of the tree, a well-worn rag doll sat with a childlike, yet expectant look on its face. Her body was disproportionate from years of cuddling and the smile on her face, though nearly worn off from numerous kisses, was one that even tragedy could not erase. 

– Written October 6, 2011 for Creative Writing 

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