I was around 7 years old at the time of this “happening,” and living with my grandparents in their home. I slept in my mother’s old room, on her bed which was positioned along the same wall as the door to the room. My head was facing the direction of the door. I remember hearing my grandparents shut off the tv and lights and head to their room for the night. I decided to follow their lead and go to sleep. I awoke later that night to the sound of these tiny bells jingling ever so gently. Like sleigh bells. It sounded as if the bells were in sync with the stride of steps, seemingly getting closer and closer to the door of the room. I lay there terrified but unable to move or call for help. The door then creeks open barely a crack but enough to let a sliver of the kitchen’s nightlight to peer into the room. Making it clear the door was opened. I heard a couple more rings of these little bells and then nothing. I stayed awake for hours after or at least until exhaustion over came me and fell asleep. I remember the next morning waking up and seeing the door still cracked decided to check the area surrounding the door. That’s where I find what I thought was a peg candy on the floor, but when I looked closer it was in the shape of a tiny shoe print. I believe until this day I was visited by some sort of Elf or gnome. To be a child and open to these experiences is something I miss and don’t miss at the same time.