Alright, so this happened back in September of 1964, and I've told this story a hundred times, but it never gets less strange. I'm calling from Seljord, been here my whole life, and yeah, I know what people say about the serpent. Selma, they call her now. Some folks treat it like a joke, a tourist thing, you know. But I'm telling you, what me and my friends saw that night was real. I was maybe nineteen at the time. Me, my buddy Håkon, and this older fellow named Erik, we decided to go fishing out at Sinneodden. That's this little point that juts out into the lake, quiet spot, nobody really goes there much. We'd been having good luck there all summer, pulling up decent trout. It was a dark evening in September, one of those nights where you can barely see your hand in front of your face once the sun goes down. Cold too. I remember thinking we should have brought heavier coats, but we figured the bonfire would keep us warm enough. The fish were biting like crazy that night. I mean, we were pulling them in one after another. Erik had this theory that they bite better in the dark, and I guess he was right that night. We must have been out there for a couple hours, just fishing, talking, you know how it is. The lake was dead calm, like glass. Not a ripple anywhere.
We decided to take a break, make some coffee. Erik had brought this old pot, and we built up a good fire right there on the beach stones. Big fire, too, because it was getting colder and we wanted to dry off a bit. The flames were probably three, four feet high. We were just sitting there, warming our hands, talking about how many fish we'd caught, when Håkon suddenly jumped up. He didn't say anything at first, just pointed out at the lake. I looked where he was pointing and I saw it. Something was coming towards us through the water. And I mean coming straight at us, making a line right for the shore where we were sitting. The head was lifted up above the water, maybe half a meter, just this dark shape cutting through the surface. The water around it was moving, rippling out in these big waves. We all three jumped to our feet. I remember Håkon grabbed his fishing rod, like he was going to use it as a weapon or something. Erik, he picked up this big rock from the beach, must have weighed five or six kilos. His hands were shaking but he threw it anyway, hard as he could, right at the thing. The rock hit the water maybe two meters in front of it, made this huge splash.
And that's when it turned. The creature, whatever it was, it just glided around in the water and headed back out into the darkness. Didn't make a sound, just this smooth, fast movement. One second it was coming right at us, the next it was gone, disappeared into the dark. The whole thing maybe lasted thirty seconds from when we first saw it to when it vanished. My heart was pounding[ so hard I could hear it in my ears. We just stood there for a minute, all of us breathing hard, staring out at the water. Then we sat back down by the fire, but nobody was relaxed anymore. Håkon, he was pretty shaken up. He said to me and Erik, don't tell anyone we saw anything. I remember his exact words. He said it would just get us in trouble, people making fun of us, calling us liars. Then he told us he'd actually seen the animal before, but he'd kept it to himself for the same reason. probably keep that to myself too - Karen' We stayed out there for maybe another hour, kept the fire going, but we didn't fish anymore. Just watched the water. Every little ripple, every movement, we were on edge. But we didn't see it again that night.
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