I am seventeen years old. This story took place in my hometown, Arizona, last year around Christmas time. I live practically in the middle of nowhere; our house is surrounded my woods and great running trails. It was around 8 o-clock, and I decided to go out for my daily run. I’m on the track team at my high school and I usually run a couple miles a day to keep in shape. I usually run by myself or with my friend. However, this time it was alone. It was about a mile into my jog, and everything seemed perfectly normal. I decided to turn around because it was starting to get too dark. I had only jogged for about five minutes after turning around when I saw a short, dark figure in the distance. It wasn’t in the middle of the path, but more off into the side of the road. From what I could see, it looked a child. I walked up cautiously, and took out my can of pepper spray that I take with me for safety. When I got close enough to see the little girl, I noticed that her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was an absolute mess, and her clothes were all ripped and torn. She had twigs and dirt all over her body. I asked if she was okay, but she just began mumbling under her breath. I couldn’t make out a single thing she said, but she repeated the same “phrase” over and over again. I backed away slowly and she reached out her hand and touched me. It gave me chills. I sprinted back home as fast as I could – too afraid to look back. When I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking if she was possessed or insane or just needed help. I never told anyone about my experience because I knew they wouldn’t believe me. My family are skeptics. All I know is I will never go jogging alone ever again.