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The Little Man.

A little over 20 yrs ago in May of 1982, I was 11 years old living in Indianapolis, Indiana just coming to the end of my fifth grade year in school. Just a couple of weeks till summer vacation. My parents decided to buy a house and move us (myself, my twin sister and 1 younger, 1 older brother) just 5-6 blocks from where we were already living. We were all excited about living in a new home which was larger and quite nicer than the present one. The "new" home wasn't really a new home, probably built sometime around 1920-1930's.

Anyway, my parents would load up the truck with us and some belongings, drive to the new house unload and leave us there to take boxes to there proper rooms to be emptied. I can remember standing in the front door way watching my parents pull away from the house leaving us there alone and feeling an uneasy vibe go through me. It was just a feeling of being uncomfortable there , not wanting to be there in that house. I couldn't put my finger on why I felt uneasy, I just knew I did. We soon get settled and life moved on, the summer ended and we started a new school. About six months after we moved in I started having these weird dreams. I shared a room with my twin sister and we both shared a queen sized bed. Some how I was always made to sleep by the edge facing the doorway to our room.

In my dreams this "Little Man" would come to me. We had a doorway to our room but no door, just the 70's style beads that covered the doorway. In my dream I would wake up out of a sound sleep and automatically look towards the doorway, this silhouette, black figure about the size of an 8-10 yr. old boy, (but he wasn't a boy, for he had a man's voice) would be standing in the doorway to our room just watching us sleep and in my dream I would fall asleep again but I would wake up a second time to find him standing right next to the side of my bed bent over at the waist with his face only an inch or two from mine. As if he were stealing my breath from me as I slept. I would scream and he would run out of the room going through the beads but going right through them and never moving the beads.

I had these dreams (the exact dream) three nights in a row. My mother being very superstitious and passing that on down to my sister and I; I feared that on the fourth night the dream would come true. My sister and I were so scared about it we had a girlfriend, (Lisa) stay all night with us. We told her nothing about the dreams and made her sleep on the edge of the bed that night, just to see if she'd say anything about what went on in the middle of the night, if anything?

That night I had no dream, I slept perfect. We get up the next morning and we asked her if anything strange happened in the night she said, No. We went upstairs to eat breakfast and she said , oh' by the way your little brother was in your room last night and I had to tell him to get out or I would wake you up.
This figure was about the same height as my younger brother at the time. Making himself visible outside of my dreams was the start of a four year venture with him and because of his height he became known as the "Little Man".

Once my older brother went off to the military, I got his room at the other end of the basement. My twin slept in the front room of the basement. At all hours of the night you could hear the "Little Man" running back and forth down the long hallway that separated my room to my sister's. It had the sound of a small child running barefoot, very rapidly on tile flooring. Many a nights when just getting into bed, as soon as the lights went out you could feel him climb onto your bed as if he was on all fours down by your feet. He would be under my bed and if my blanket hung over the edge towards the floor he would try to pull my blanket off of me while lying underneath my bed as if he was playing with me like a pesky brother or just doing it to be annoying and let me know he was there. One night it was so bad it was almost like a tug of war with him and my blanket. I didn't think he was going to ever let go of it. My mother would tell you that I ran her electric bill so sky high that second summer we were there by listening to my stereo through headphones just so I could drown out the sounds of him running or the sounds of him whispering or mumbling in my ear while I laid in bed. He would steal things from the family and hide them, slam doors, run up and down the basement stairs( which our dog would stand at the top of the stairs looking down into the basement growling as if he could see something) or occasionally talking in this extremely deep voice asking if the front porch light was turned on for him because we knew he was coming.

I have so many other incidents, too many to share really. I still to this day fear him following me to my new residence. I have nightmares I am back in that house living with him again and I will wake up in such a panic or sweat. I have not figured out why he came to me or why I was chosen. I'm not sure if playing with the Ouija board at such a young age opened the door for me with connections to the unliving but I've had several experiences starting at the tender age of 3 and have had about 5 total in 33yrs. of life.

About four years ago coming back from a vacation to Florida with my twin sister and my mother we were driving around midnight and I told my mother I had something I wanted to ask her. I asked if we (my sister and I) had the ability to channel. She shockingly told me yes, that my great grandmother, my grandmother and my mother all had it but in my mother's early 20's she learned to turn hers off.

Since having this discussion with her I've only had two other encounters with spirits and I will share those another time. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to share this story with you. I've not spoke of it in years and it's actually taboo with my sister and I for fear of speaking about him might bring him back into our lives again.

-Coleen McKinley.