This happened when I was around 8 or 9, I had gone to the neighbors house to see what he was tinkering with in his garage that day. My father and him both worked on cars so if my father wasn't around for me to watch I'd go to said neighbors house to watch him. It was a bright sunny summer weekend, dad was sleeping cause he worked the graveyard shift as a aircraft mechanic for a major airline, so I decided to go see the neighbor. I went to his back gate but his car was blocking it and he told me to go through the house. To get to the backyard through the house you had to go through the living room, dinning room, kitchen then laundry room. So i proceeded to the backyard, as I started through the kitchen and on the left was his stove, on top of this stove he had salt & pepper shakers along with little garden gnome figurines. As I was going through the kitchen for some reason I happen to look at the figurines, I paused for a second, as I paused to look at the figurines the largest gnome turned and lunged at me. In reaction I covered my face with my hands expecting to get hit, after a few seconds and not getting hit I uncovered my face and when I looked at the figurines again they were all back where they had been. I ran to the backyard not telling anyone for years, but it has haunted me ever since. What do you guys think happened or what it was? Thank you.