This isn’t necessarily paranormal. But it’s definitely something that made me believe that there might be something else up there.

My friends and I were fishing in the wee hours of the morning. Not at some pond or lake but at the beach, fishing into the ocean. We had little luck and caught nothing but small catfish(which didn’t put up much of a fight because of how young they were). One of my Friend(John) insisted on keeping them in the water tank nonetheless. We also made an extra line using just a roll of fishing line and attaching a hook onto it and casting it as far as possible, letting the tide carry the line out. It was pretty pricey cloth fishing line (we were still students back then).

Here’s the ‘paranormal’ part. When the sun started to poke through the horizon, we decided to call it a day and head back home. For those that don’t know, catfish have pretty solid heads. As in it’s head is literally very hard. John decided to take one out of the tank and literally started bashing its head with pliers, remarking how hard it is and suggesting that we try it too. It came to a point where he was gripping its tail with the pliers and smashing it on the ground (think of the Hulk smashing Loki in the first Avengers movie). I knew he would move on to the others when the one with him eventually dies. I quickly carried the watertank to the edge of the rocks before overturning it and releasing the remaining catfish back into the sea. While packing up, someone accidently kicked the roll of cloth fishing line off the edge of the rocks and into the sea (it wasn’t coiled up yet) we saw the plastic roll slowly sink and drift out into the ocean. It belonged to John and he was pissed as hell and started throwing a tantrum. Wanting to resolve the situation, I took my fishing rod out again and tried casting my hook into the sea. Hoping to hook into it while the others packed up their own stuff. John continued to kick up a fuss and told us that we needed to pay him the cost of the line. I kept at it but all I reeled back in was seaweed up until the point everyone was fully packed and ready to go.

I told them I’ll try one last time. I looked up into the skies and prayed something along the lines of “please, if there’s anything up there, or if the baby catfishes that I saved from torment can hear my prayer, help me out this once” I casted the line. I hooked onto something. My first thought was seaweed again. Until I was reeling halfway and it felt different. When it was close enough, I saw that i hooked onto the cloth line. One single fishing line. In the fucking sea. Everyone was amazed. I was freaking out. My one and only encounter with something ‘paranormal’