The following written confession was submitted via email:

When I was 3 or 4 I was sleeping in the back bedroom of my grandmas trailer on the Oneida Rez in Wisconsin. I was in a toddler sized bed at the foot of my moms bed. I woke up and this little “devil” was sitting on my stomach just staring and smiling at me, his smile was like the Cheshire cats, really big that went up to his eyes. He was holding something, I’m not sure what but in my mind since I thought it was a devil I always pictured it as a pitchfork. I stared at him for awhile and he didn’t moved or blink, just smiled his toothy grin at me. He looked like the stereotypical little red devil to me when I try to remember the details, (though I couldn’t see if his skin was red because it was dark) down to the missing shirt and shorts on. I called out to my mothers boyfriend at the time and he woke up and came over to me, I pointed at it and he looked to where I pointed and did a double take and rubbed his eyes. Then he hesitantly swiped at the little devil to snatch or grab it. What he grabbed was the corner of my blanket. It had disappeared. We both looked at each other like wtf and he gathered himself like any adult would and told me “see it’s just the blanket”. But the way he reacted let me know he saw it too. 

I never saw it again but it’s one of my first childhood memories. I always just assumed I saw a mini devil then after listening to many other encounters I started believing maybe it was a gobblin now I’m thinking it might have been a little person but I keep my mind open, of course.