This was almost 4 years ago, I went to a rock quarry at night to watch fireworks with my ex. We stood on top of a rock pile for a few minutes looking up into the sky, when we heard something running on the dirt road below us. Instinctively, we got quiet and crouched down, thinking it was a deer or a bear. What we saw was running on two feet, stick thin and about 7-8 feet tall. It ran about 100 yards into the woods, gone within seconds. I remember it vividly and I still don’t have any explanation.
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