My family owns a house that is surrounded by a few trees. Not exactly a forest, but there are enough trees close enough together to be considered woodland. The first happened when I was about 7 or 8. It was night and I was out walking around alone. Near the treeline I saw a glowing green figure standing there, clear as day. But when I blinked, it was gone. The second was for a couple years, and sometimes to this day. On the opposite treeline from where I saw the green figure, there are remains of a brick building, very small, possibly a spring house. The creepy shit about this is that out of all our land, daffadils bloom in huge amounts around this point. On that side there is also a very small pond, only a few feet in diameter. This whole area has always given me creepy vibes, and when I was a child and saw the building, an elaborite story immediatly sprang in my head. A young girl used to live there, about my age at the time. She drowned in the pond, but she loved daffadils. That’s why there were so many in that area. I believe I may have even heard her giggle a few times. Though the second is very unplausable, I find it creepy to this day.