One time when I was a young girl I was at summer day camp and I was playing basketball by myself and the door to the gym was open. This guy in the usual cave man outfit(you know the one like Fred Flinstone wears), black thick curly hair, kind of caramel completion, walks in with a stick in his hand and the stick had nails in the bottom of it. He walks up to me and started to bang the stick on the floor and at one point he stabbed his toe with the stick. Then he starts to point as his toe, I was looking at him like what the hell is wrong with dude, N-E-ways I looked down at his toe and he was bleeding. While he was pointing at his toe he wasn't really speaking but he was like going uhhh, uhhh, uhhh no words were coming out of his mouth. I just stood there looking at him and he was just looking at me the finally when I came back to "earth" I ran of to tell the supervisor. The supervisor looked at me like I was crazy but he still ran to the gym to see what I was talking about. The guys blood was stillon the floor and at that time the guy was walking down the alley so when the supervisor called him the guy didn't look back, instead he just faded away into thin air. I looked at the supervisor's face and you can tell by his expression that he was as scared as I was. By then he started yelling telling everyone to get back in the building. Never saw the caveman again.