This isn't a ghost story per se, like an urban legend or whatever, but an experience of mine. Hell, maybe I'll post two. But I'll decide that later. The one I really want to get at takes place in the W~OO~Ds~~~ OF~~~ NORTHERN~~~~ MINNESOO~~TA~~...
I'm at one of the three different sites I've taught/counciled kids at this college run intensive Japanese language learning camp, and all the kids are in bed so me, my girl at the time, and a few other councilors are out sitting by the fire shooting the shit. Its a full moon and a little bit foggy out, and in front of us is this pretty wide expanse of overgrown field which is surrounded by trees. Its kinda pretty out, so we're kind of gazing out into the field while talking, and out of the blue this white thing shoots out of the woods from the right and is booking it across the field. We all see it and are saying, "the fuck??", and by it I mean a distinctly humanoid figure, probably around 6 feet tall, that was kind of a light grey color and didn't have any hair. This shit was MOVING man, like out-run-a-deer kinda fast. And the whole time we're watching this, we hear this grunting noise coming from it, grind vocal style.We watch it go from right to left, and it disappeared. I tried to follow it, but obviously didn't have any luck. The only other time I had any sense that the thing was around, whatever it was, was as my girl and I were walking across this bridge at night, and from underneath it we heard the same grunting noise as we had that first night. We booked it to the farmhouse nearby.
Maybe you'll get another story later...