Lake Upsilon Legends

There was a story you used to hear in the Lake Upsilon area in northern North Dakota, right by the borderland with Canada. There was a family man named Crosley, very religious and very well-employed down in Minot. He owned a summer cottage along the shores of Lake Upsilon. His wife and three daughters would go there for the summer months, and he would come up to visit them on weekends. One night two boys snuck away from a camp that used to be in operation across the lake. Crosley's youngest daughter, Suzanne, was a bit of a tart, and she invited them into her room. You could hear the sexy ruckus across the lake. When Crosley got word that his daughter had been carrying on like a harlot, as he called it, he sent her into the woods. He said he wouldn’t take her back until she repented. She never did come home, but she wasn’t the only one. Two weeks later one of the two boys was found near the lake strangled to death. There was talk of closing up the camp early, but the owner wouldn't follow through. They were going to send the other boy back home, but they didn’t do that either. Sure enough, on the last day of camp, they found him dead in his room. Nobody else heard it happen, but he’d been strangled, and not by hands. There were big black bruises around his throat. The next year they opened the camp again like nothing happened. One night at about three in the morning, one of the counselors was awakened by gurgling sounds. He turned on his flashlight in the direction of the screams and saw his bunkmate being choked to death. There, with legs scissored over his throat, was a teenage girl who had once been very pretty but had since gone feral. Caught in the light, she ran from the bunkhouse and disappeared into the woods. The police were called, and they searched around in the woods. They called out for the girl to surrender, and eventually they got a response—crazed giggling. It bubbled up now and then until dawn broke. The police eventually gave up, but that giggling can still be heard in the woods around Lake Upsilon. And people have reported seeing a pretty girl, and later on a beautiful woman, around the shores of Lake Upsilon. She looks younger than her age. Every so often, someone goes missing around those parts. They have bruises on their necks like they’ve been strangled by a strong pair of thighs. Some say Suzy Scissors is still living in the woods, right at the fork in the Y for which Lake Upsilon is named. People liked to tell that one around the campfire at the lake. Who knows if it’s true? Around Lake Upsilon, you might wake up in the night. Maybe it’s the loons, but you could swear you heard a girlish giggle moving across that lake.