Over many years, stories have been told about this area. Many local people report seeing objects in the sky, weird noises in the woods, isolated branches moving seemingly on their own, and the feeling of chasing someone or being chased with no one else around. On this night, my then girlfriend (22f) and I (23m) were just hanging out at this baseball field, stone sober, just spending time together at night. This was a clear, warm night with a bright full moon just above the tree line behind home plate. She and I we walking around the infield and began to walk into the outfield. The moonlight created a perfect line between the infield and outfield, lighting the outfield perfectly. As we walk into the moonlight, we notice a figure, appearing to be wearing a black hoodie and khaki shorts, leaning in the fence facing us. I yell to the figure, thinking it was a friend of mine, "Tom? Is that you Tom? Who is that? Who are you?... Hello?" As I get closer. Around 20 yards away, the gf stops and freezes. I approached closer to be about 10 yards away. I stop for a brief moment and just stare straight at this figure. The face was completely dark, showing minimal features. All that was distinguishable was what appeared to be the head larger on top, coming down to a rounded point at the bottom, and a small, pointed, beak-like nose. After that moment of panic and confusion, the gf called my name to snap me out of it. I backed up to her, keeping my eyes fixed on the figure. Once she and I were together again, we linked arms, went back to back, and got out of there. But, as we locked arms and began to turn, we witnessed this figure disappear, leaving only what we first assumed were the shorts, but then looked like a light colored sign hanging on the fence. After this, one or both of us had our eyes fixated on this as long as we could as we continued out of there with switching back and forth to keep our eyes on this things and watch where we were going. Once we left the woods, we hurried back to the car and we were silent for 15 mins on the way home. As soon as we get home, we tell our friends while it's fresh in our minds, literally shaking and struggling to form words out of fear. So the next night around the same time (around 10 pm), our 3 other friends went back to the baseball field. They sat and watched for an hour or after it got dark, then as the moon was in a similar point in the sky (it was another clear night), one of them went and stood in the same area. He wore a black hoodie with the hood up and stood there in different ways to try to hide his face. The other friends could see every facial feature of his face as soon as the stepped into the outfield. To be clear, this was a very frequent hang out spot for many of us our whole lives. Never has there been a sign on this fence, before or after this event. This is a small town, I spent my entire life intimately involved in the community growing up with highly active first responder parents and myself becoming a first responder for at least 7 yrs before this. It's very unlikely this could've been anyone from the community who I wouldn't recognize or who wouldn't recognize me.