Your True Tales
September 2005 – Page 4

Little Jack
by Michele Rock

All through my life, I have had many paranormal experiences, but this one quite puzzles me. When I was about four years old, I lived in an old house in California. I had my own room, and every night after I was sent to bed around 8:00, I would lie there and watch my little play kitchen. Here he would come: a little man about four inches tall, dressed in a suit and hat. He would walk across the play stove and sink as if he had a fixed destination. And when he got to the edge, he would jump down and disappear.

After a few nights of this, I tried to talk to him, but he would keep on going as if he didn't hear me. This got to be something I would look forward to every night. This happened all summer. As soon as school started and I started kindergarten, he never returned. I have the feeling his name was Jack. If anyone has ever seen one of these, please let me know or if there is an explanation for it.

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