Two geologists are working along the Michigan-Wisconsin border, looking for diamond pipes (no, I am not making that up, and this is not the x-files part of the story).
It is October and it is snowing (also not the x-files part of the story, it does occasionally snow in October in that part of the world).
They pitch a tent at a county park and spent a very cold night.
Early next morning, one of the geologists wakes up the other one with a tense whisper.
"There is someone moving around outside."
Ok, no big deal.
The two geologists go outside (already dressed, it was so cold they slept in their clothes).
No one in sight. Fresh tracking snow on the ground, but no tracks except their own.
Someone (or some thing?) had scraped the fresh snow off the picnic table and built a little snowperson on the picnic table, but no tracks on the ground.
Spooky.
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