It was years ago
but i went camping on a small island on the fox river with my gf at the time and her brother and his gf
we took canoes out and made landing and all that
it was going fine
sometime around midnight a fog rolled in
and something smelled bad
like really fucking bad
like rotting flesh
then i heard a mumbling like it was spoken in english but i couldn't quite make it out
the fire was out so i couldn't quite make out a silhouette but i knew it was getting close
i grabbed my beretta but stayed still
it felt like hours but probably just a few minutes
i talked to the brother the next morning and he said he heard it too
fucking weird man