So recently I moved into a townhouse with one roommate and my dog in rural Missouri and was fully prepared for any sort of spiritual mishaps, as I have recently moved from a demon/ghost rich area. Before this, I only held a romantic wish that the fae existed- believed that my connectedness when I walk through the woods as mere fancy, and that I projected the sounds of the trees. My childhood was full of whimsies of fairy circles and the like, and that just carried over.
But on with my current issue-
The first few nights in our place I felt fairly comfortable turning off all the lights and going to sleep… But with increasing rapidity I felt this ease slipping. Soon I was waking in the night to a door being flung open, the sound of feed pattering, or the fleeting image of a humanoid type creature, about 2 1/2th feet tall or so.
This progressed until one night I thought I was having a dream conversation with a small male creature (2 1/2th feet tall or so), with long pointed ears which pointed downwards a bit. He had a round head and brownish hair, wrinkled forehead, and a slightly pointed long nose. A very dour fellow, who wanted to make a deal with me. Even my "dream" self had the sense not to make a deal with him, perhaps something to do with my roommate. Eventually I was fed up with niceties and polite speeches and yelled at him, "That's not how it works!" He became angry and started opening and closing all the drawers in my room,pounding on my dog's cage, and making a raucous. Then I "woke up" to see him crouching on my bed down at my thigh (my dog was locked in his kennel). I was frightened and tried to find a light,but the switch was suddenly almost impossible to find. I dismissed this all as my dream and half-conscious state eventually and went to sleep.
I kept some sort of light on from that night on, until one night when I went to sleep early. I woke up to see him in the corner between the ceiling and walls, looking rather irate. This frightened me and I turned off the lights and went down to sleep in our living room, where the energy felt calm and nice before (my dog doesn't like being upstairs either). I promptly heard feet running around in what seemed to be my room, and clattering of drawers, and the like.
So I rigidly kept the lights on at night. Then today I baked some lemon poppyseed muffins with glaze, and left four out with one leftover pumpkin cookie on our cafe-style tall kitchen table. Turned out the lights, went upstairs. My dog ventured between my room, my roommate's room, and the bottom of the stairs, and came up and was behaving oddly. So I went down to check on his water and food with my roommate.
This is where I really began to believe. My roommate asked me, "Did you eat a muffin?" And when I turned to look, 3 out of four muffins were gone! So I asked, "Did you eat three muffins? Did somebody walk in and steal our muffins?" But she had locked the doors. The next logical thought was to question if our dog had eaten them. But we had not heard anything downstairs that would suggest that, and there was still one pristine untouched muffin and one cookie left. No crumbs, no dog hairs, no lick marks, no evidence. And the remaining muffin was in the middle of the plate, which my dog would have gone for before going for the furthest muffin. And knowing my dog, he would have eaten all of the food on the plate, and not left some. So either my dog is the most conniving creature ever (which he's decidedly not clever), or we have some sort of housemate we don't know of.
Does this sound like a hobgoblin, brownie, house elf, etc. to you guys? I thought maybe the fellow was a hobgoblin turning bogart (he was not happy earlier on)? What do you guys think he/it might be? What do you suggest we do?
Thanks so much if you read this! I really would love to know!