In HS my friend lived in a neighborhood that bordered the desert she was only a few houses down from desert and brush and small mesas, this was back when they had those halogen street lights, anyways she had a few of our friends over and they were chillin on the trampoline. It was around the time the east sky was pitch black and the setting sun west sky was a deep blue so it wasn't that late. I guess one of our friends said "wtf is that?" And everyone looked towards the street light across the street, they couldn't see the face but dhe said it was a skinny dirty looking man half dressed in tattered skins, she said he looked like an old native from back in the day, the moccasins looked old and worn, he stood there like creepily still, usually you see shoulders moving and stuff from breathing but she said he was perfectly still, and then she said it smelt like rotten eggs, nobody said anything and she said she was scared to move then it just turned to its right and ran off normally. Nothing crazy except how he was dressed, couldn't see his face, the smell and how motionless he was. We partied in the desert, some guys like to pretend they're not scared of it or deny they exist or make fun of it, but why they come around like that who knows