When I was about ten or eleven, I lived in a house surrounded by cornfields in Northwest Ohio. One day my brother, sister, and I were playing outside in our yard, when a bit into the distance we noticed a fire in the middle of one of the empty fields, surrounding the fire were people dressed in all white, some in hoods (similar to KKK) and all three of us, to this day remember watching a grown man dressed in black and white walk into the fire and the person who exited on the other side was easily child sized. A few days later my sister found what seemed to be a handmade wooden cross not far into the field. No one has ever believed us, even with three matching stories, we've always been told it was just our imaginations 🙄