My Story: Lived in a house in Texas. Haunted by what we called “The three foot little man”. John an Glen were my roomates. John fist sighted him standing in our entry way while we were watching TV. Neither Glen or I had seen it but, Glen walked over and knelt down were John said he’d seen it. He comes back with the biggest goosebumps I have seen and simply says “cold spot”. I ignored this at first. For the next three days, every time I’d go through the kitchen, the cabinet were we kept our drinking glasses would be open about six inches. I’d shut it every time I walked through. Finally I asked, “how lazy are you people that you can’t close the cabinet door?”. They blamed it on the little man, but I still didn’t buy into it. Realizing I could shut the cabinet door that kept opening, and close the other door, the second door over lapped the other one. They were heavy enough that if there was a draft, it would stay closed. Right after I figured this out, I went to the bathroom right off the kitchen. While I was in there I heard a duddudduddud. The cabinet door was only open two inches this time. I asked Glen if he had just gotten a drinking glass, he said he hadn’t moved. For the next three days I would get the urge to see what time it was. There’s a clock radio in the bedroom off the kitchen. Every time it looked it would be. 1:11, 2:22, 3:33 ect. Next time I got the urge, I asked Glen to see what time it was. He asked why? I told him to just please look. When he came back he said it was 2:23. I told him what was going on and if he would of gone when I asked it would of been 2:22. Glen and I were coming out of a room, and Glen stops in the door way. He says Dave this is really weird. He says when he looks at the door leading outside he can see the reflection of the full length mirror on the opposite wall. The mirror is reflecting to the front of the refrigerator. In front of the refrigerator is a three foot little man, but when he looks at the mirror or the refrigerator he’s not there. I was laying in bed, my girlfriend was coming over late. So I left the kitchen light on but nearly had door closed to the bedroom. At the end of the bed I see a square shape with a straight line underneath and something rounded under that. I closed one eye, and it was still there, closed the other eye and it was still there. Closed both and freaked myself out. I figured there had to be a logical explanation, so I get up and turned on the lights. There was nothing there between the bed and the door.