After reading the story "Little men in the car," I knew I must share my story -- my grandmother's and my mom's, to be precise. This happened to my granny when she was a very young child, so it must be in the early 1940s, when she, her parents and sister lived in Europe.
Both sisters shared a little room, where there was just enough space for their two beds and a little table. A very tall rubber plant in a pot stood on the floor in the corner by my granny's bed. One night, my granny had trouble sleeping and just lay on the bed with her eyes opened until something moving on the rubber plant caught her attention. There were about six tiny white people walking on the plant's leaves. She said she could best describe them as "made from toothpaste." They were not shining, just crisp white. The plant was very close, so she could clearly see they were about 10 cm tall, were wearing clothes and carried something in their arms. There were definitely male and female. My granny didn't feel scared, she just watched them for a while without really questioning what she was seeing or what was there to do for tiny people on a plant. Then she fell asleep.
It really seems stamped in her memory - after more than 60 years she still remembers all these details! Well, I also believed it might have been a dream, until my mother told me her experience. This is where it gets spooky.
It happened in the early '70s and my mom was about 8 years old. It was summer and her family was visiting friends in the countryside in France. The house was old and very simple. I don't know what was the occasion, but there were many other people, including a few more kids. As most of the people were staying that night, there were not enough beds for the kids so they all were placed in a separate room and slept on mattresses on the floor. My mom did not feel comfortable in a strange place and woke up several times during that night.
As I said, the house was old and the electricity wires that ran from the light switches were not inside the walls, but attached on the walls and went all across the ceiling to other rooms. So, during that night my mom opened her eyes and saw these white, tiny people walking along the wires on the wall and across the ceiling. And the description matches perfectly with what my granny told. Only this time the people were carrying buckets. I asked if they were walking upside-down, but my mom couldn't explain it.
Strange, I know! There's one more thing - I was totally amazed by these stories when I was younger and would ask many questions to mom and granny. Anyway, after talking with one then another, it turned out they had never shared their experiences with each other. My mom never knew granny had seen those people when a kid, so she couldn't have just imagined seeing them.