When I was a little kid, I was playing with my cousins on a dead end street surrounded by Forrest. My ball rolled away, and I looked around and saw this hooded figure, with like a skull face just standing there in the trees. I looked directly at it, then my grandma called my name so I turned towards her. I looked back, and it was gone. The trees were thinly spaced, so it's not like someone could've run away. This happened a long time ago and it's always kind of stuck in my mind. Idk if it was real but that's my experience.