The Little People

A few times, always outside or just inside our patio door, I've seen little people.

This is so preposterous, I'm hesitant to admit to it. However, they seem to be there, even though I've only seen them about four or five times in the past three years.

They're about three feet tall. They look exactly like those ceramic garden figures.

You know, the Munchkin-looking figures with the tall, usually red, pointy caps...?

That's what I've seen, except they're translucent. And we stare at each other for about half a second, the figure nods or moves slightly, and he vanishes.

They're always male. They always look just like the ceramic figures or sketches in the book, Gnomes.

They always freeze when they see me, just as I freeze when I see them. It's something that I see out of the corner of my eye, and they're still there for that split second while I turn my head to see them full-face.

And then they're gone. And I chuckle a little, feel a little nervous, and continue with whatever I was doing.

I have no idea what they are. I get the idea they're playing games with the squirrels who frequent our patio, but I'm not certain if the squirrels are thrilled with this.

And, it's become worse since I added plastic flamingos to our patio display, out of sheer kitsch.

Big people

Okay, it's just one.

He's a tall male, with straight, shoulder-length light brown hair. He's probably in his 30s. He wears a cloak, as some people do at Renaissance Faires. In fact, he looks exactly like he's at a RenFaire.

When I see him in real life, it's usually when he's walking up the corridor (away from me) between our living room and the bedroom areas.

He's translucent, usually glances back to look directly at me when I see him, smiles and sometimes nods in acknowledgement, and then he fades in less than a second.

The only time I've seen him for any length of time in a dream, was in the first dream I had where he showed me another way to the Otherworld. (We were in NYC and we went through a high, round window in a church. Go figure. I mean, really, it was a dream.)

Other than that, I just catch these fleeting glimpses of him.

He seems nice enough, but fairly businesslike. It's as if he's here for a specific purpose, and has no plans to waste time on anything else.

I've seen a couple of other figures, always at least as large as a human male, but they fade so quickly, I can't describe them except they seem more bluish than anything. They aren't the same as the man in the cloak.

Other figures and anomalies

Other than the little people and the big ones, I see things out of the corner of my eye. A large shadow racing across the floor. A few sparkles that are there just for a second when I look straight at them (no, not head rush) and then they're gone.

These things happen three or four times in a week, and then nothing for a week or even a month. No pattern to it.

Conclusion

There are many different kinds of manifestations. I consider all of these "faeries," though some may object to my inclusive use of that word.

They're not ghosts. Ghosts are totally different, with a completely different style. Ghosts generally want attention. These things don't seem to care if I see them or not. In fact, they don't expect me to see them.

Are they really faeries? I don't know.

My "gut feeling" is that they're fae. And that's what I'll call them until someone gives me a better explanation.



By Fiona Broome