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445.<br />

Location. Near Prescott, Arizona<br />

Date: October 1990 Time: late night<br />

Driving through an isolated dirt road a husband and wife experienced trouble with<br />

their truck as the radiator apparently overheated. Grabbing a flashlight, the<br />

husband stepped outside to inspect the damage. Soon he was surprised to see his<br />

wife staring wide eyed, mouth agape, out at the direction of the driver’s side<br />

window. She was white as a ghost. He asked his wife what was wrong, but she just<br />

kept staring. Walking back to the driver’s door he looked towards the moonlit<br />

meadow. He saw a line of trees and what appeared to be an old brick wall and<br />

standing in front of the wall a small translucent white stocky humanoid form, about<br />

3 ft tall, with tiny round eyes that appeared to be black as the night from the<br />

distance. The figure slowly took a step or two towards the couple, its short stubby<br />

arms on its side. In a panic state the husband screamed and lost the batteries of his<br />

flashlight, at the same time he looked over the moonlit field again just in time to see<br />

the short figure scamper around the side of the wall, out of view. He quickly poured<br />

some water into the radiator and switched on the truck’s ignition, as his wife<br />

slammed the hood shut. They stared over the wall again and saw the small, white<br />

head of the ghostly entity peering over the top of it. Terrified, they watched the<br />

entity’s tiny hands grip the top of the wall and hoist himself clean over, landing on<br />

its feet it then began running towards them. At this point the engine of the truck<br />

stalled several times before starting. As they drove away the small white humanoid<br />

was only a few feet from the edge of the road---the edge of the other side of the road,<br />

thankfully, but close enough that he could see dark empty holes where the eyes<br />

would have been, its mouth open in a wide leering grin, revealing a row of small<br />

pointed teeth. Its skin seemed to be rolling as it ran towards the truck. As they<br />

headed down the road he looked at his rear view mirror and saw the figure, quite a<br />

bit back now, turning away from them, walking alongside of the road in the<br />

opposite direction. They drove on for about 20 minutes before stopping again.<br />

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