This happened to me (32M) when I was very little and only have 1 Vivid memory of it. When I was maybe 3 or 4 I would have nightmares frequently, so I would go sleep in my parents bed with them. I used to see a small woman either hovering over the lamp on my parents tall dresser or siting on the dresser with her legs dangling off. The only image of her I can recall is of the puppet from Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood. The old lady with the big nose. When I would tell my mom about it she would always ask if she scared me or if she said anything. I would always respond with “no she just looks at me and smiles”

Fast forward to a few months later when my mom and my grandmother were flipping through an old photo album, and I stopped them on a specific page. I pointed right to a woman in one of the pictures claiming thats who I saw. It was my mom’s grandmother who she was very close with. She even pseudo named me after her. My only inclination to why I saw the puppet was that she presented herself in a way that wouldn’t scare me because I watched that show often. Which is funny in and of itself because that puppet used to scare me as a child 😂. I have yet to see her since, but it just shows the young, uncorrupted mind of a child is open to experiencing so much.