My dad was twelve or thirteen when this happened. He was hunting with his dad and his brother in Vermont, and the mountains they were hunting on were believed to be haunted. In fact, the book Green Mountain Ghost Tales was based off those mountains.
Anyway, he got lost and came across a beaver pond about the size of an average classroom. He stood there for a second, but he noticed that a man about the size of a toddler was standing on the other side. He started to get nervous and he tried to walk away but he couldn't move. The little man was dressed all in green, with a hat, and a black goatee. He started to beckon to my dad and started saying "Joe. Joe, come to me." Joe is my dad's nickname. But after a bit, Dad found he could move again and he booked it out of there.
Another creepy story associated with my family is that my cousin, Kathryn, is at college in New Hampshire. I find myself obligated to tell you that she goes to Keene State, as the building across from hers is said to be haunted. She was packing to leave for Thanksgiving (we were spending it at my other cousin's house) and her friend (let's call her Emily) came in and told her that our Grandma was looking for her. She described a "shortish, gray-haired lady with glasses", which sounds EXACTLY like my grandmother. The lady then asked to see "Kathryn, she's a short, skinny girl with long blonde hair". Kathryn started getting creeped out at this point because she KNEW that Grandma was in Massachusetts. Emily told her that the old lady was outside their dorm window, and that Kathryn could come see if she wanted. They ran to her dorm and looked, but no one was there. Emily started to get scared, because some of their friends were there, talking to the lady. Kathryn went back to her room feeling nervous. She called my grandma to check that she was still in Massachusetts (she was), and finished packing. I don't know if she and Grandma have a connection or what, but I thought it was a creepy story for y'all to enjoy and/or give advice on.