Not sure if this qualifies as supernatural or just creepy AF, but one time in my early twenties I was driving solo up I-95 from somewhere in the south up to Maine. I had an old pick up truck with a cap that didn’t quite close, and I’d sleep in the back when I needed. One night I’d stopped at a rest area and parked over in a dark corner by the woods and was asleep back there. I woke to the sound of shuffling and heavy breathing, I lay perfectly still and wondered if it might be a bear? Then a hand or paw or something reached into the cap and stroked my head a few times. Then it shuffled away. 
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