About 25 years ago my brother went camping behind our parent's house with our mom. She had never been camping before and it was a milestone, of sorts, she wanted to accomplish (we live in a rural area and own about 600ac.) Approx. a half mile behind my parent's house is a house built around 1865, it has since fallen down. Behind this house is a clearing roughly the size of 2 football fields. He pitches the the tent at the edge of the clearing. The next morning he wakes up early around sunrise and opens the tent. As he is getting out of the tent he sees in the middle of the clearing a black man walking towards them dressed in old tattered clothing. He turns and wakes mom thinking a poacher is coming after them (poachers have been a problem). When he and mom turn and look no one is there. He and mom put their shoes on and go out to where he saw the man. Because of the dew on the grass they can see the foot steps where someone was walking toward their tent and they just stop. No retreat, no back tracking just steps into the clearing and boom they end. I saw this black man when I was 8 or 9 as did my brother at the corner of my parent's house some 14 years prior, while playing in the front yard. Our closest neighbors are 100s of yards away so no one could approach w/out notice....we also had one mean german shepard. Nothing since that time.