I am a Search and Rescue Diver for missing people, I've seen things I can't explain

I would just like to start off by saying I don't know why these things are happening. I am not saying I believe in ghosts or anything like that but I just want to tell you my stories. I have had too many unexplainable experiences while diving to not say anything.<br><br>I've had pretty normal calls, nothing but decomposition and a dead body at the end of the line. But there have been calls where that wasn't the case at all. <br>During my training, there is one thing that was told to us. To never grab at anything random while underwater, always keep control of your movements. For instance, if your buoyancy compensation device (BCD) fails and you sink, don't panic. It's happened to me, flailing around will only kick up more sediment reducing visibility. <br>This was pointed out after my very first training exercise. Our training facility is a swimming pool, so it's perfect. The visibility is great, there is no current, and you will not get squeezed by water pressure. This is perfect to train a beginner in. <br>My first exercise was to find a brick in the deep side of the pool. I panicked and failed. I failed for the same reasons I've stated above. Our training officer pointed out my mistakes. He said that while my movements may have seemed right, my overall movement awareness and spatial reasoning were horrible. I thought back on it. He was right. I took another deep breath and dove back in. I dove down,ik checked the floor, and I found it. <br><br>I was happy I got it on my second try. Now with the training, you progress from the pool to a lake. You could say the training is therapeutic. The water is cool, the area is nice and the training is fun. You meet others there who are going through the same thing you are. <br> The other people in my training class were very nice people. I found out pretty quickly that I was the only 'new' diver. Meaning they v had already pasted the open water certification and they were coming from a previous background of scuba diving. This actually gave me a good perspective on what needed to be done. <br><br>Unfortunately they didn't make past the lake. Everything was going great. They were making great decisions and one of them got to the bottom faster than me. I just barely made the time limit, but I still passed. She didn't. The other people in the training class decided to pack it up. They said it was too expensive. One of them lived close to the lake, but the rest had to travel from the other side of the state. I took a hard look at it. I decided I would still finish. I didn't see any reason why I should stop. I called them afterwards to see if they would change their minds. They said no, but they would like my help to get her stuff at the bottom of the lake. <br>I wasn't mad they quit. I understood their reasoning. It was expensive and it was a long hard road. So I agreed to help. Both of them let me keep their equipment for free. I didn't think anything of it because my instructor would often give out gear to us for free. He would acquire the equipment after calls and he never felt right selling it. After all, there is some lost loved one at the end of line. I also don't believe he ever made a profit from the class. <br><br>With that slight amount of extra gear I had, I ended up getting a call from another dive team in a different part of the state. They needed help to recover a body. I was just out of training, I'm not sure why they contacted me but I think it's because they looked to see who had an open water certification for recovery diving. I guess they saw my name and decided to call me, but I didn't care. <br>I put my name on the deployment list for this type of thing. To get calls for missing people, that is why I started in the first place. I looked at the case files they sent me. It was cut and dry, 100% recovery dive. Every indication was that she had went into the water. <br>When I got into the water, I was surprised to see how clear it was. In the lake, you could barely see five feet in front of you. But v this river, I could see probably 10 feet or more. I dove on down to the bottom. I used a line to help guide me back to the shore so I didn't get lost or flailed about like I did in the training exercise. <br>I didn't have to search very long, I barely even had to move. She was about five feet away from where I entered the water. I started to feel around her. I wanted to make sure it was her. We had a possible area of where she might be, but we weren't positive. When I felt her face, I knew it was her. It was bad. I called for help on the comms device I wore. I waited, I thought they v wouldv be there quick. I found her after all, all they had to do was guide the recovery bag. <br>Even the training exercise, they were right on the money. This is when I heard the noise. It sounded like a large amount of water was being displaced. I thought to myself "Finally" but when I looked up, no one was there. Something about the noise just seemed off. It almost sounded like laughter. I didn't think much of it, I was under stress. I waited more, and I heard the noise again. I thought to myself "What the fuck?" I started to feel a sense of dread, not fear but just like something was wrong. I just thought back on everything I did to see if I had messed up. <br>As I thought, a hand grasped my arm. "What the FUCK!" I screamed. I didn't notice my air supply, I didn't notice anything. I was just v pissed off. That's when it hit me. This woman wasn't holding my arm. Her v decomposed arms were still pinned to her side in the recovery bag. I knew someone was there, I could feel it. "Who's there?" I asked. No answer, my heart is racing now. "I'm not messing about, who's there? Be fucking happy I'm not making a mistake and calling a false alarm" I said She didn't let go. I was fed up at this point, I turned my head and started to look around. "WELL THEN, FUCK YOU. I'M CALLING IT IN ANYWAY" I screamed. I'm fed up. I was about to call it in when something caught the light of my light. I looked back and saw an old diving helmet. I pointed my light at it, and past the helmet I saw a face. <br>I don't know how to explain it. Her face looked like it was rotting. Her skin was grayish and her mouth was wide open. Both her eyes were black as coal and huge. That's when I about shit. I called it in, I knew I didn't have much air left. I let them know what happened too. I didn't care anymore. I pointed my light towards the riverbed, I looked at the ground and saw nothing else. <br>I felt a tug on my arm. I yanked my light back up to look at her. She didn't let go of my arm. I couldn't break free, she was too strong. I said "Let me go" but she didn't. I don't know what made me do it but, I said "Fine." and then reached v for my knife. I was just about to cut her arm when I didn't feel her grasping anymore. I thought she had let go of me, but I still felt her hand. I didn't think anything of it and went to cut her again. That's when I heard the noise. You know the one I mean by now. <br>I pointed my light back up to her. The face was closer. The huge black eyes were right in front of mine. I heard The sound of rushing water filling my ears. I v knew I had a problem I had to get out of there. <br>I turned around and pointed my light back towards the surface. I pointed my body and shot straight towards the surface. I felt her hand let go of my arm, I just knew it. I didn't think about decompression, I didn't think about anything except for getting out of there. I let out as much air as I could, while also letting more air in. As I shot up, I felt my ears pop. I thought they had burst. But I didn't think anything of it. I didn't look back at all. When I got to the surface my team was waiting for me. "What's wrong? Do you need help?" He asked about 5 different times, but I didn't respond. <br>I just looked at him and kept repeating the same sentence. "Get me out of this water" is all I kept saying. <br><br>They helped me back to shore. When we got to shore, they started asking me what was wrong. I didn't answer any of their questions. I couldn't answer. I couldn't say anything. I just kept looking back at the water. I wanted to go back. I don't know why. I just wanted to go v back into the water. When we got back to the vehicle, I collapsed in the backseat. I was shaking violently. It woke me up out of my daze. I looked at them and said "I may have messed up. I couldn't find the body" I knew I had just lied. She was down there, I'm sure of it. But I don't know, I