This happened about two years ago, I was 12 at the time. It was just me and my grandpa camping alone in the woods, Once or twice a year we would go to camp and stay for about a week. This might not be written perfectly but ‘m trying to write it down as close to how I remember it. it was our second last day at camp.
I had gone out to collect some water from a well, I was walking back and looked up the hill to see a man standing, he was far away, all I could really make out was his shadow. as I looked up at him he started to move, I was used to seeing people, but they were always hunters, wearing bright orange clothing. but this man was wearing dark clothing, he left my sight as I walked away. When i got back I asked my grandpa about the man he said that I shouldn’t worry and it was probably just someone hiking through the forest.