Not Only Folklore?

I grew up on a farm in a very urban area, basically in the deep forests of northern Sweden. I've always been very close to nature and spiritualism, even though I have lived in huge cities for years now and not really been in touch with Sweden or nature.

I've had quite a lot of strange unexplainable things happen to me over the years and I've never doubted that there is ghosts/spirits. I find it easy to discuss the paranormal with pretty much anyone. However, the story I'm about to share is different for me and it's not really something I've discussed with anyone before. The reason I feel that it's finally time to share it, is that I've come across quite a few similar stories on this forum.

My dad is this super macho hunter guy. Basically all my memories of him is from us hunting, fishing, camping, tracking etc. He told me everything about surviving in the wild. This story take place on such a camping trip. We were 2 families going together. I (who was about 6yo at the time) with my dad, my two older sisters and our dog. The other family I vaguely remember being a couple, their son (who was the same age as me) and an older sister.

Being at such young age there is loads of details that I do not remember, but the parts I do remember, I remember perfectly clearly. Here goes.

We set up our tents on the top of a mountain, near a lake deep in the forest. Our tent was clear blue and the other family had this horrible mustard-yellow tent. The day were as brilliant as only childhood memories can be. We were playing all day, laughing, running, making up stories, scrubbing our knees when exploring the forest. We saw leeches in the water near the shore but didn't care and jumped in anyway. In the evening we had the fire going, grilling hotdogs on sticks (that we were allowed to use knifes to sharpen ourselves).

We went to sleep and my dad (I've always found this really weird, as I don't know how he was able to sleep like this, but also so very nice) as always lay down on his back with his arms wide open, to allow all 3 of us to sleep with them as a pillow. Me and my sister shared one of the arms while my other sister was on his other side with the dog sleeping by her feet.

I don't know why but even after dad had been telling us multiple stories and fell asleep himself, I was unable to do so. I was listening to the forest, it was still awake too. There was no people except us for miles and miles. I wasn't scared as there were (and still isn't) anything I love more than being in a Swedish forest.

Suddenly the dog is awake and listening to something too. Being a hunting dog, she is clearly marking something right outside the door. When the zipper of the tent door slowly starts to open I can see that she is frightened. I get scared too and try to wake up my sister. The dog backs up, standing near my siste'rs head and staring intensely at the door. Although, she stays perfectly quiet and I think this is what urges me to stay quiet too.

I do not dare to move and try to discretely push my sister awake whilst whispering her name repeatedly. She doesn't wake up and the door is now fully open. What I saw standing there was the strangest thing I ever saw.

This little creature, short enough to stand tall in the door without bending over. (Usually you'd have to crawl in to such a small tent). I know it sounds weird but the best way I can describe it is that it looked like a little devil. Such thing you might see in a cartoon. His face was sort of lumpy and red. He had black hair. But the thing I remember most is the expression he had on his face.

He sort of looked around the tent with this weirded out look in his eyes. I pretended to sleep and had my eyes almost shut. As if he just wanted to check out who we were and what we were doing there, he simply looked around, seemed satisfied with that and zipped closed the tent again.

The dog settled down shortly after and I managed to awake my sister who told me it was just a dream. I know for sure it wasn't and I remember it so clearly still.

Please let me know your thoughts on what it might have been. Although, Nordic folklores do have quite a lot of creatures that might fit. Sorry about the rusty English.