Moon Lake Ghost

Moon Lake Ghost

By Jarrod

At the time, I'd been living in Vernal, Utah, for about a year. At the time, I was 27 and single. I worked with a crew of guys that did maintenance for different companies. When I moved to Vernal from California, I didn't do much outdoor stuff, but the guys I worked with had hooked me on fishing (no pun intended), and I had dove headlong into it. I had a poster of fish in Utah on the wall of my apartment and was crossing them off and putting dates and sizes under them so I could keep track of all my fish. I'm hyper-focused when I get something on my mind.

I took a Thursday off and planned a trip to Moon Lake. It had a few fish I still needed to catch, and I thought it would be fun. I packed up my 80 Ford Bronco and left yearly to get out there. It's about an hour and a half drive, but I took my time getting breakfast and some stuff to eat for lunch and headed out.

I got to the campground on Moon Lake and parked. I pulled out my gear and chair and headed to the water. I bait-fished until noon, catching a few small fish, then went back to my Bronco to have lunch. A truck pulled up to me as I ate, and an older guy waved me over. There hadn't been many people around, so I was concerned I had done something wrong.

As I walked over to the old work truck, the old guy asked, "How's fishing?"

"Slow," I replied

He laughed and asked what I was using? I told him it was just Power Bait.

"You got any lures?" He asked me.

"A couple Meps spinners," I responded.

The old guy smiled and got out of his truck. "Come here," he said as he slowly walked to the back of his vehicle. He opened the gate and pulled out an old yellow fishing box. I looked confused as he rummaged around his box, pulling two golden Rapalas out.

"These swim like distressed fish. They are floaters, so put a weight about 12 inches above it and cast out with a slow, jerky retreat. And walk along the bank near the inlet," he said as he pointed down the shore and handed me the two lures.

"What do you want for these?" I asked him with a slight lift of my brow.

He bellowed a laugh once more. "Nothing. I can't walk very well anymore, and there, just gathering dust."

"Thank you so much. That's very nice of you." I said.

He waved me off and climbed back into his truck. I waved, and he pointed up the lake again. "Just be careful," he said and drove off.

I was flabbergasted at how nice he was and put the lure on my pole. I buttoned up my Bronco and took my fishing bag and extra lure.

I walked down to the water and started walking 2 or 3 paces before casting. It didn't take long, and I was catching some nice fish.

When I fish, I completely lose track of the time. It's a fantastic thing. When I noticed it was late, I had caught many nice fish and had a couple new species to mark off my list. I looked at my watch, and it was 4 o'clock. I had an hour before I needed to head back, and it would take me that long to get back to the Bronco.

I had just kept my limit of trout, which was heavy in my bag. I set down my stuff to stretch my back and redistribution the weight on my fishing bag. All at once, I heard a voice,

"Can you help me?" It was the sound of a teenage girl.

I jumped, not expecting to see anyone. I turned, and a girl in her teens stood between me and the tree line. She was wearing some kind of blue-white dress. She didn't have shoes, and her dark brown hair and clothing were drenched. She looked like she had just walked out of the water.

"Are you ok?" I asked with more of a squeak in my voice than I liked.

"I'm so cold, please help me." She answered through chattering teeth.

"Hold on!" I said and turned to grab my phone out of my bag.

I grabbed my phone, and as I did, I was hit through my body with an ice blast. It was like a deep freezer right through my body. I turned to ask the girl what happened….. she was gone!

I looked around, but there was no one around. The girl couldn't have run off anywhere in those five seconds. I stood there wondering what was going on. It hadn't been cold all day, but I had a chill that seemed to come from inside me.

I grabbed my stuff and ran, stumbling, for the Bronco. I put my things in the back and jumped in the front. I kept looking over the lake and the shore. I knew I had just seen a ghost, but my mind struggled.

I headed home and turned the heater to full in the Bronco, but nothing could touch the cold I felt. It was blowing full heat on me, and my teeth kept chattering.

That night, I took a hot shower, ate hot soup, and got under a heating blanket, and still, I felt cold.

I dreamt of drowning in the cold water at Moon Lake when I fell asleep. It took me a day before I felt warm again.

You couldn't pay me enough to go back to that place. It's haunted and frightening.

Author Notes: Moon Lake is about an Hour and a half drive southeast of Skinwalker Ranch. It has had many strange sightings, including bigfoot, UFOs, and more. It's also supposed to have its own Lockness Monster-type creature. Until Jarrod contacted me, I hadn't received a firsthand story from Moon Lake. Apparently, his interaction is not the only one with this ghost.