Camping on the Peninsula near Ishimbay: Screams, Hoof-like Steps on Water, and a Creature in the River

hey anons today I'll tell my story that happened to me. it was in my youth, I lived in Bashkiria in the city of Ishimbay. it was around 2007. me and my friends loved going on hikes to the Belaya river. we'd been to all the sights, and the lake on the left bank, a settlement like that. and the swamp, quarries behind the Krovlestom enterprise. and we went to the Shihan mountain but that's not what this is about. I'd like to tell a couple of creepy stories about a place called the island. or rather a peninsula on the Belaya river near the NefteMash factory. it's on the outskirts of town. in the seventies before the factory was built there was an old Tatar Muslim cemetery there but then it was demolished and the factory was built. apparently in the USSR that was the custom and it was normal since the cemetery was old.
so anyway, three of us fuckups got together for a fishing trip with an overnight stay. we took bottom rods, bait, bought some shashlik to grill and a couple of Blazer cocktails, cigarettes, I also took Winston. youth, damn, you gotta not only fish but also party, eat, drink, smoke. anyway, the season was May-June, warm. we came to the river, swam, it was even sunny and warm. set up the rods, started grilling shashlik. ate, drank, took videos on our phones by the campfire of us relaxing and started going to sleep by the fire in sleeping bags. fell asleep around two in the morning, we started being woken by screams like a drunk woman screaming hysterically on the other bank of the river. and that's at night in the dark, when the sound got closer it became clear it wasn't a woman screaming but I fucking don't know what, our hair stood on end, we jumped up from those screams, frantic cries, grabbed tourist knives. I threw more wood on the fire to see better what was happening. and this horribly screaming something kept screaming on that bank of the river and thank god it was on that bank. we just stood peering into the darkness of the night, then it started moving away closer to the settlement on the other bank of the river and judging by the barking it met a pack of stray dogs. then we heard whining and silence fell. apparently it ate one of the dogs and the rest ran away. even though the night was bright we couldn't make out this something well. we only thought we saw something big, the size of a dog, sitting on the branches of a poplar about two meters above the ground.
story two, same place

a year later we stayed overnight there again and at 12 midnight something started running on the water near us, the steps were heavy as if something with hooves was running on the water. well really like a horse, only there are no horses there and no fishermen, there was no one at all. it was May, the river had flooded and around the island there was water everywhere, we even rolled up our pants to knee height to get to the island. anyway it was scary and this something was rushing around us on the water on its hooves. one of my friends even wanted to bolt and run through the night forest just to get away from there but I stopped him. by the fire and three of us it's safe, maybe this creature was scaring us to lure us out.
story three, same island only three years later. one autumn I took a bottle of vermouth, that's red sweet wine, and walked from home out of town to the river and this island. and I had to take a piss near the island and there were poacher metal detectorists digging metal and there were pits in the ground, so I climbed down into one of those pits... what I saw there. old boots that were still nailed to the sole with little nails, bones, at first I thought animal, but then I saw a human jaw. and an old belt, and then I remembered that there was a Muslim cemetery here forty-fifty years ago and these metal detectorists had dug everything up but the remains were still there. maybe that's why all sorts of anomalies happened there. well, not often but it did happen.
story four, same place only autumn 2008.

there were like holidays in October or school vacations, I don't remember anymore, but the weather was warm and we went to the island to sit by the fire and just smoke. we sat and it got dark, and in autumn it's already dark at seven in the evening. so we're walking along the path from the river to the road, forest all around, yellow leaves rustling underfoot, dark, we're talking. and then we hear branches cracking somewhere deep in the forest. well, it crunched and seemed to quiet down. we keep walking and already came out to the road. then Vasek, one of my friends, says, aren't you afraid to go back to the forest and find out what was cracking there. what, he says, are you scared, it might have been some hedgehog. well I say, let's go take a look. we started slowly approaching the dark forest again and then the branches started cracking and something started crashing towards us through the windfall. how we bolted from there, Vasek even clung to my clothes as we ran. we ran about two hundred meters, stopped, seemed like no one was chasing us but it was creepy. I mean that it's not a city park but a forest near the river outside town and no one is there in the dark. what it was is a mystery.
story four, year two thousand ten, also summer. same island, went with an overnight stay, set up the rods. it got dark, we're sitting by the fire and then something banged in the river as if a log was thrown. well we thought maybe a catfish, then this something kept banging very loudly as if a log was being dropped from a helicopter. it would splash on the water and again five minutes of silence then splash again. Vasek and Fedul tell me let's go look maybe something bit the rod, maybe it's a huge catfish. well I say let's go. took flashlights, walking in the night to the water. light fog over the river but warm. well we came up, no banging and nothing happening. we stood and were about to leave when Fedul took a cobblestone and threw it ten meters into the river. splash, the stone plopped and then about five meters from us a huge gray something banged from under the water either with its tail or something else. how we bolted from there, Fedul tripped and fell and the flashlight rolled on the ground like in a movie. I ran up, grabbed it, picked him up and we ran to the fire. I don't know what it was, maybe a catfish but then it had to be at least two meters. such big fish never lived in the river. to this day these cases are a mystery to me but then I understood that mystical phenomena exist in this life even if they happen rarely. friends also told me that in the dark there on the island in the forest black shadows flickered but I myself didn't see those shadows but everything else I did see and hear.
with you is the channel Mystical Mystic, these were my stories from life. there were quite a few of them and we saw UFOs in the mountains in Makarovo, a remote settlement in Bashkiria, and much more. but I described the most vivid stories