The Little Man

I have had many experiences throughout my life, but this one happened last night and has absolutely stumped me.

I had a horrible headache, one that was dull and lingering, and it seemed to keep me awake. I watched television and worked on the computer until about 3:30 in the morning when I felt that I was worn out enough to get some sleep.

I lay down on my back, which was a weird position for me and began to drift. I was in and out of consciousness until I had this weird dream of these little ghouls or demons dancing around and living in this little, what I would call, village together. I never have dreams like that!

Well, I woke up about fifteen minutes later to this scrubbing noise. It sounded like someone was rhythmically scrubbing their feet on the carpet of my room. I had that sleep paralysis where you're conscious, but unable to move or scream.

So I started frantically wiggling my feet around so that I could jump up and see what or who was making this noise! I tried to say, "Who is that? Who is that?" but it came out only as a muffled noise. I finally jerked myself to attention and looked over toward the sound and found a little man, scrubbing his feet on my carpet!

I just stared at him and almost immediately he stopped scrubbing, made a little gasp and ran right out of my room!

I tried to tell myself that I was still dreaming, but I know I was awake as my sister was in the other room right outside of mine watching television. She scares too easily so I wanted to keep it from her, and she never did run into my room with any cries about a little man.

I want to describe him the best I can for you:

He was built like a regular sized man, no disproportions. Maybe he was about 2 and half feet tall? He had an almost completely baldhead except for a few tufts of thin hair. I only really saw his profile and he had a strong chin and a large nose. He almost looked like a cartoon!

I don't know what he was doing there; he seemed to be very focused on his footwork, as he was stepping heavily and with force as he slid back and forth. I do know if he was not supposed to be seen because boy, he took off like a rocket out my door. His footsteps stopped as they hit my doorway, so I'm not sure if he's a ghost, a demon, or what.

Any thoughts or similar experiences?