78 – Tale of a Faerie Puppy

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by Victoria Keeble.

We love dogs.

We really love our dogs, don’t we?

They are our most loyal companion but more, they are our friend, counsellor, work-mate, eyes, ears, protector, inspiration and so much more!

The Good People too, are closely connected to dogs. Way back in episodes 4 and 5, we took a sneaky peek at the Black Shuck, Hellhounds and also Faerie Guardian Dogs. That is, Faerie who either have the appearance of a dog-like creature, or take the shape of a dog-like creature.

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On this episode we discover that, when it comes to dogs, we have something remarkable in common with the Good People: a long-standing bond, and deep affection for ordinary, companion dogs.

Join Kitty to hear tales of ordinary dogs which play an important part in Faerie society, and share a tale of a very special, silver-eyed Faerie puppy.

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Podcast Credits
Edited by Magic Dan.

Tales from:
‘The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries’ by Evans-Wentz, 1911.
‘The Highlands and their Legends’ by Otta Flora Swire, 1963.

Theme Music:
‘Irish Coffee’ by Giorgio di Campo.

Additional Music:
‘Far Away’ and ‘Ash and Blood’ by Joseph Earwicker.

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County Clare, Ireland.

I’m from Australia as well. Irish descent on both sides. I guess when you’re brought up like I was, with a wickedly wonderful story-telling Granny and a fiercely patriotic Mother who’d never allow an Irish joke to be told in the house, it’s no wonder I too found myself in the presence of a real, honest to goodness ‘little person’ one day long ago.

This experience changed me.

It was liberating and exciting because I’d always believed they existed but also believe they only existed in Europe, Ireland etc.

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I live on the New South Wales (NSW) central coast. It was boxing day, I think about 1999 or 2000.

I had separated from my husband and my best friend was in the same process so she and I decided to have boxing day together with our kids (my 3 & her 4), picnicking on the bank of Wyong Creek.

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Faerie by the riverbank. By Ida Rentoul Outhwaite. 1915.

We were joined by a couple of extra friends and kids. We took a big lunch and canoes. Before lunch we went together in a few canoes for a paddle along the creek, under a bridge, past some old houses.

On our return we were making our way back to where we’d set up, and a couple of the bigger kids were paddling beside us in the shallows.

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I heard the frantic barking of a small dog coming close to us along the bank.

I turned to see what was going on.

I saw a tiny figure, about 30cm tall no more, running for all it was worth.

It was like a tiny man with his head back.

Arms drawn up.

Racing right down a half submerged fallen tree in the water.

Striding down, joining hands in front of itself…

it dived into the water and disappeared with the dog (an Australian silkie terrier whose name was Friday, I never forgot it) right behind and it’s owner in hot pursuit.

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Australian Postage Stamp, 2013.

The owner, a young girl, apologised profusely for the ruckus, scooped the dog up and left.

I turned to my friend in the other canoe.

All of us apart from the littlest kids were there, gaping mouths, wide eyed and just kept saying “you saw that, right?”

“Did you see what I saw?”

It was unmistakable and unforgettable.

Funnily enough, I often took my kids for long drives down to Wiseman’s Ferry for fun and would point out a strip along the way that I’d tell them “that’s where the Faeries live”..

Gabrielle. NSW, Australia.

 

56 – 5 Tales of Dogs battling Faeries

 

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Dogs.

No Black Shucks.

No Hellhounds, today we are chatting about our ordinary, faithful, 4-legged friends.

Many believe that dogs can see or sense the Good People, ghosts and spirits, around us.

Have you ever been out for a walk with your dog and it suddenly stops at full alert.

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Staring into space.

Grumbling.

Growling.

Perhaps even barking and poised to attack?

Or has your dog ever, inexplicably, turn tail and run away from something in terror.

Something which you cannot see, hear, smell or even sense?

We know that the Good People are around us, or nearby, all the time. You can be sure that our dog companions cross paths with Faerie regularly and most always without incident, but on occasion, when a Faerie threatens their beloved Human, a devoted and courageous dog will act to protect them.

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by Jean Baptiste Monge.

When they do, it’s not pretty.

Kitty shares 5 true tales of battles between our beloved canine companions and members of the Good People.

Not for the fainthearted.

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Podcast Credits
Edited by Magic Dan.
Tales from: ‘Wonder Tales from Scottish Myth and Legend’ by Donald Alexander Mackenzie. 1917.

Theme Music: ‘Irish Coffee’ by Giorgio di Campo.

Additional Music:
‘Greensleaves’ Freesound Music.
‘Wander’ by RhoMusic.
‘Welsh Coast’ by Monviando.
‘Soul Blossoms’ by Jonny Easton.
‘Sovereign’ by Kevin Macleod.

Something in the Woods

I believe I’ve had several encounters with the Good People, since I was a small girl.  Too much has happened around me that I can’t really explain for it to be coincidental.

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Most of these have been happy, for the most part, though cautionary.  Even in the event it scared me, I didn’t feel particularly threatened.  I hear a bell quite often, just a soft tinkling sound that my dog seems to key in on, which is usually followed by finding something that I’ve been missing.

I’m careful not to say thank you when this happens, but it’s a strange, comfortable sort of thing.  I don’t really have words to describe it.  I live in a semi rural area, wooded on all sides of the houses.  We have about half an acre of woods on the property, but we also have neighbors across the main road and on either side of my home.

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I like to go out for hours and sit on a swing in my yard, enjoying nature, and occasionally listening to music, sometimes singing, or reading, and the swing faces the woods, so you see darting shadows and animals which occasionally regard you with almost knowing eyes.

Recently, however, I’ve been experiencing things of a nature that has me on edge.

It started about a week before Samhain.  I was spending the weekend alone for the most part, my family was out of town, but I had to work and was unable to take the days off.

My cousin came up and we had a good time, with some comfort food and music, and playing games and just generally talking until early in the morning.

About 1:00 in the morning, my dog decided she had to go out, so I let her out, standing out on my front porch.

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There was a chill in the air, as is typical for a fall in the Mountain State, but there were alot of nightly noises.

My dog stayed close to the house, in the light, straying only to the edge of it and staying there.

I noticed a light then, drifting too high to be someone carrying a flashlight or a phone, which came around the trees from my neighbors home, across the road, around another neighbor’s car and then drifting to the woodline down the road where it disappeared.

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I’ve seen things out of the corner of my eye before, and it startled me to be sure, but I let it go and didn’t think much of it.

I mentioned it to my cousin, as strange as she could see me staring at it from inside the house but hadn’t seen it herself.

This MAY have been my mistake, but I cannot say for certain.

We continued our night as though nothing had happened, and she left about 2:30 in the morning.  I walked her to her car.  It was still a very clear night and fairly noisy.  She drove off, and I went back inside.

My dog was agitated and antsy, so I decided to settle in for a bit to see if this would let her in turn, calm down.   It did not.  So I took it to mean she needed to go outside.

It was now 3:00 in the morning and I stepped out onto the porch I’d just been on not half an hour prior.  It was dead silent and there was a thick fog that had rolled in out of nowhere.  My dog had her hackles raised and darted into the dark out of sight in the fog, definitely not in her nature.

I didn’t want to wake up my neighbors, but I was instantly on edge, peering through the fog trying to discern where she’d gone, hissing her name.  She came back several minutes later, coming just into the light from the porch, stopped and turned her head to look behind her, and wagged her tail, then came trotting back to me.

I was straining my ears, as she was obviously reacting to someone, and hesitantly called out “Brent, is that you?” hoping my neighbor was outside for some unknown reason at three in the morning and I just couldn’t see him.  What met my ears, however, was a scream.

I jumped, but then let out a sigh.

It was bone-chilling and sounded very much like a woman’s scream.  My brain automatically began rationing, as I calmed my hammering heart, that it was a fox.

And then I heard distant laughter.  Males, though I couldn’t make out the conversation.  Again, while it alarmed me, I figured one of the neighbourhood houses were having some sort of party and people were goofing around on a porch and was about to laugh, when I heard a horse.

Now, I should mention, that while I live in a rural area, no one for several miles has horses.  I was quick to head into the house, and was unable to sleep for several hours.  In fact, it was dawn before I was able to settle enough to sleep.

It was several days later and the family was back from their trip.  I was up before any of them, and took the dog outside as part of the morning routine. That thick fog and deep silence was back, and I felt uneasy, but let it go.

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She went out and came back to the porch, calm as calm could be.  And we were about to go back in when there was a low whistling from the dark around the side of my house, in the yard next to the wood.  My dog instantaneously perked her ears up and trotted to the stairs leading to that part of the yard with her tail wagging.

I couldn’t see anyone but I could sense that someone was there, and it unnerved me.  So I called to the dog and we headed back into the house, where I shut and locked the door up tight.

My parents got up and got ready for work, we made breakfast and I didn’t mention this to them, as they tend to make light of things and make me feel like I’ve gone crazy because “these things don’t exist.”

I was in for the shock of a lifetime though.

Because I heard my father swear, which he never does, when he opened up the door to use the remote start on his car and ensured it turned on so the heat would get started, as it was a very chilly morning.

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My mother and I both looked and there, sitting on the porch was my dog, who wagged her tail at us, and then bolted off of the porch into the fog.

Dad started out the door after her, and mom was on his heels, but they both stopped when I, panicked now, shouted for them NOT to go outside.

We’d all seen her, collar and all on my porch, but in the midst of the arguing, I pointed out that our dog was asleep on the floor in the living room, and I didn’t know what was outside but I was very much afraid.

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I have a set of old iron keys that I use for a decoration, which I retrieved from the wall with a look that did not barter room for discussion and I walked my parents to their car.

Nothing has happened since, and the feeling of foreboding is gone now, but I have been carrying these large heavy iron keys to and from my car when I leave the house after dark.

I’m taking every available precaution, paying close attention to my surroundings.  My feelings of peace are restored when i’m outside in the daytime, but I can remember every detail about that encounter and it’s stuck with me and I’m finding myself gazing into the dark expanse between my car and the wood line almost every night as I head out for work.

Jennifer – West Virginia, U.S.

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34 – Wolves and Wulvers

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Wolves.

Majestic, powerful, intelligent, deadly Shapeshifting creatures who once roamed freely in the forests of Ireland… wait, what?

Shapeshifters?

Well, maybe.

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We ponder: is a Wolf always a Wolf?

Could they be, sometimes at least, the Good People in disguise?

Kitty takes a look at a few recorded accounts of encounters with creatures we call Wolves and wonders why the Good People might appear to us in Wolves clothing.

 

 

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We also ask:

what is a creature, half man, half wolf and no part werewolf?

A Wulver of course.

We get to know the lonely, and truly lovely, Wulver of Scotland.

His hobbies include: fishing, being outdoors and offering random acts of kindness.

 

Kitty reminds you that it’s not only okay to believe in the Good People, but knowing them could make you a better person!

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Podcast Credits:
Edited by: Magic Dan
Farley Mowat quotes from ‘Never Cry Wolf’. Read by Zed. www.fiverr.com/zornaph
Theme Music: ‘Irish Coffee’ by Giorgio Di Campo
Additional Music: ‘Wolf Blood’ by Adrian von Ziegler
‘Ancient Storm’ by Adrian von Ziegler
‘Atmospheres’ by Adrian von Ziegler
‘Heartbreaking’ by Kevin Macleod
‘Hidden Past’ by Kevin Macleod

Faerie in the Fireplace

This is a really intriguing, and ongoing, encounter I received from Jennifer in Canada.

There is a lot going on here. A lot of activity and emotion too. I have a few ideas about what might be happening, but take a read yourself and i’ll meet you back at the end of Jennifer’s account. – Kitty.

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About 3 nights ago I had an unusual experience in my home. My dog has been staring and tracking something on some walls in our home that I don’tjennifer-glitter-lights-for-blog.jpg see.

I have seen some bright sparkles here and there on the walls but that was it til 3 nights ago.

At that time, I noticed my dog staring at my fireplace insert, it’s a fake fireplace. Thought that was odd so took a few pictures into the fire box insert and nearly fainted when I looked at those pictures.

There were about 6 or 7 little entities staring back at me. They looked pretty surprised I was looking at them and actually I felt that they were afraid. THEY were afraid, I wasn’t exactly overjoyed. lol.

Anywho, they moved around from photo to photo but I didn’t ever see them moving. If I caught them, they just froze. I got one pic where a big brown head was almost visible like it was materializing in there and in another it was in a different place in the fire box and in a different position.

I am sharing a picture of one of them with you. The photo is quite dark since the fire box is black inside and it wasn’t bright in the room. Not sure they are even visible in bright light. Anyways a friend of mine lightened up the photo so the entity is much more visible than the first shot I took.

Look in the middle of the pink circle I drew and the entity is in the centre. Its grey and seems to be looking down into the fire box. It’s just its head that is seen sticking out what seems to be a black hole in the side of the fire box. It has a big nose like Jim Durante’s nose was, sort of comical in look and you can see its beady little eye too.

Most people think it’s a fairy but I’m not sure, not familiar with all the types of gnomes etc. I don’t get a scary feeling from them but not happy either. I have had several UFO sightings in this area too over the years as has most of my neighbours. Weird area. We are very close to a big river, like across the street. Would love to know what you all think. Thank you.

I will tell you what is going on now with all this. Yesterday I think it was, time is blurring here, I went into my living room to get a couple of things and my back was to the fireplace where my first sighting of the beings took place, a few days before.

My little dog was sitting on the back of the couch near the fireplace. While my back was turned to it. I heard a distinct, pretty loud shuffling sound from the fireplace and right at that moment my dog whipped around and barked at the fireplace.

OH BOY!

Now the little suckers are making sounds. Sigh. I have never heard any auditory sounds from anything like this. I have had visitations from what are think are ETs and ghosts in the past and some not long ago actually but the only time I hear anything from them is when I wake up in the middle of the night and I seem to be in the middle of 2 people talking but the voices are quick.

One said once ‘she’s awake’. The other just happened last month, woke up to the voice of a woman who seemed to be sitting near my bed right around my head who just said loudly ‘WHATTT??” That was it.

I have had entities touch me 3 times since I was a teen and woke up after these events the next morning without any memory of how I got back to bed or what if anything happened in between. I am telling you this because the heads of these beings I am seeing now are mostly alien like but some are silly colors like bright yellow.

Good/bad, helpful, malevolent, I have no idea. I know nothing about gnomes and elementals but looked into that last night. If I knew they were just harmless fairies I could live with that but even those I hear can be nasty depending on the mood. If anyone has ever seen anything like the two pics I have of these beings I would love to know. Right now I don’t even really want to acknowledge them so trying to stay away from the area and maybe bore them into leaving. lol.

I am saying a prayer now given to me by paranormal investigators that basically goes straight to my Source, God, for help. In it I ask God to either release or destroy so that if these beings aren’t harmful but just lost or frightened God will help to release them from this place and maybe they can be saved. I would love that first if possible. So, see what happens.

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This pic of the fireplace folk is grainy but it’s the best I could do. The big blob on the logs started out first time I saw it as a big brown head peeping over the logs, you could see two beady eyes when I first saw it. In this photo it almost looks like it has more of a longer alien type head.

On the back wall of the fireplace behind the big head you can see two what look like almost clown heads as if painted on the wall. This was not on the wall before and it isn’t now. It’s like something was trying to scare me with ‘scary’ faces. lol.

On the left there is a little yellow very Grey Alien type head but its cartoonish. Finally, on the extreme left bottom of the fireplace there is a little grey alien type head and you can just barely make out the eyes.

– Jennifer, Canada

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Well, what did you make of that? It’s a situation I wouldn’t want to find myself in, and no doubt, but 2 things spring to mind.

First, is that the ‘creatures’ are some kind of Brownie: a Household Faerie. The character of Brownies varies wildly from region to region. some attach themselves to a home, others to a family. It’s possible these creatures are attached to the house Jennifer and her dog are living in. I would be interested to know if Jennifer is descended from a Scottish or Irish family as it is said that Brownie’s from those areas attach to the family, not the home, and will follow them wherever they go, including across the oceans.

Did I mention Brownie’s are notoriously easy to offend? It is possible Jennifer, or her dog, have entirely unintentionally, offended the Brownie’s and this is why they are causing such mayhem in her home, and by extension to her life. One of my Podcasts in the month of May takes a close look at Household Faerie and I share several stories of Brownie shenanigans. If Jennifer’s situation is a case of wicked Brownie’s, I hope they soon bore of their antics and settle down again.

Of course, it is possible the house is occupied by malevolent Faerie or spirits, and I understand that Jennifer has taken some action to counter this possibility. It reminds me of a news article I read recently about a ‘haunted’ house in Ireland which caused some debate about how best to deal with it. Take a read and let me know what you think of Jennifer’s predicament. – Cheers, Kitty

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Encounter with Scottish Forest Faerie

I hope you enjoy this incredibly vivid account of an encounter in a dark, wet Scottish forest. In all honesty, I’m not sure I would have remained as composed as Kelly. I find it particularly interesting that the Faerie seemed to ‘test’ Kelly, and appreciate her feisty nature. – Kitty.

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I was living in my car at this time, my partner lived in his. We both had one dog each with us, but we were freezing cold and struggling to cope with the elements.

We were temporarily homeless and had nowhere else to go. On this particular night we were on the beach at Oban.

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Oban, Scotland.

The wind was strong and it was below freezing. My partner suggested we go to the forest. It was a place he often camped in, and he had left a small tent in a secret location there, it was his emergency home.

I agreed to spend the night in the tent, because I needed to lay down flat, and my car was too small to sleep in and relax.scot forest logs

The forest itself was on an incline. The ground was very muddy and slippery. We only had the moonlight to help us navigate our way up through the trees. I had to climb over fallen trees and crawl under the low laying ones. I was not in a good mood.

We found the tent and it was in a state of disrepair. The front zip had broken and the inner bedroom compartment zip only went down half way. So this made the tent colder than usual.

I complained constantly about our plight, while the wind whistled round the tent and the cold froze my fingers and toes.

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I bought a mat and a sleeping bag to lay on, but as soon as I got in the sleeping bag, that is when the rain started. It poured down and soon the tent floor was soaking, which in turn saturated my sleeping bag. By now, I was a snivelling wreck.

I just sat crying and feeling sorry for myself suddenly, two men started talking to each other at the back of the tent. I could hear them as clear as anything. They sounded like they were having a normal day to day chat but I could not make out any of their words, even though I felt it was familiar, like English.

The chat seem to last some time, possibly about half an hour. During this time I tried to think of any possible reason why, or how, anyone had found this actual spot, that was well hidden from the public, and why they should be stood chatting in a storm.

The chat ended. After a few moments I heard the sound of heavy foot prints walk around the tent, crunching sticks under foot. My heart was pounding in fear, because we were so vulnerable.

Suddenly something hit the tent, it hit it so hard the canvas came inwards towards me. This happened 3 times. It was as if someone was using a heavy stick to strike the tent. My heart was beating so fast, I could barely speak. The dogs started barking and jumping around. Then silence.

I was now so distressed I was on my knees rocking backwards and forwards. I hadn’t slept for nights, and I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and tried to lull myself to sleep.

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That is when I heard the music. It was coming from further up the forest. There was no housing up there, or anywhere a band could play. Yet, it sounded like a band was starting. I heard a rich, male voice start to sing out in to the wind. I could not make out the words, but he sounded like a young man.

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The violins sounded out, yet they were not violins. The instruments where familiar, yet nothing I had heard of in my day to day life.

The music got louder and louder and it was like a party was starting. I heard lots of voices start to join in. It gave me comfort, but it intrigued me so much, because I wanted to know how and why anyone would want to party in a storm, in the middle of winter, in a cold, muddy forest. It made no sense.

I still had my eyes closed, but now I “saw” all these faces coming towards me, mocking me, teasing me, trying to scare me. Some were hideous and frightening, some human like and handsome. The one I recall the most was the young man. I somehow linked his face to the voice that was singing. He had a mop of dark curly hair and beautiful green eyes, he looked Irish to me, he was the one with the cheeky smile.

I was so infuriated by my plight that I had no time for fear now. So the scary faces that growled at me, I swore at, and told them to back off. Their expressions changed. Some looked bemused, one looked shocked. Then suddenly, it was if they thought “who the hell is this woman?”, and they softened up towards me. I honestly felt like they came to ward me off, and some came to welcome me, but in the end, it was like a general acceptance. I really believed at this point that I was in THEIR forest, and that they had decided I could stay.

I spoke in my mind to the faces and their expressions is where I got their answers. I asked them if I should leave my partner, because I blamed him for out plight, and one laughed, the other looked confused, and the other face rolled its eyes! In other words, “it was none of their business!”

So they disappeared. That is when the wind picked up, and started to whistle through the trees. I could not believe what I was hearing, it was like the trees where singing! It was so beautiful, it hypnotised me. I felt like I should leave the tent and follow the sound, and go and join the fairies, but at this point, my partner told me to stay inside. It was like I was been lulled out of the tent.

I stayed put and then suddenly the wind died down, then the rain stopped.

That is when the ball of light came bouncing in to the tent. It was like a purple, lit up bouncy ball. It came in and knocked things over. There was no explanation for what it was. The dogs went insane and started barking at it at running towards it. I was sat opened mouthed in absolute wonder.

It bounced out of the tent and disappeared.

That is when I fell asleep.

The next morning I asked my partner if he saw or heard anything, to which he replied, “Congratulations Fallbrook, you met the fairies”.

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We got a job soon after and moved into a park. During the coming winter when the season ended, they came back to see me twice. Both times they struck the caravan three times! I knew it was them. I called out “hello”.

I believe the fairies are like people. You get the good, the bad, and the ugly. I think they saw my distress, and some wanted to help me, while others wanted to scare me out of their forest, but they came around because I am strong spirited. I see them as my friends.

I try to protect the forest, because I believe it is their home. I also think that when I go to other places on the west coast of Scotland, they recognise me.

They are hidden, but real. I love them. I hope to meet them again and talk to them. I just hope that my circumstances are nicer than the last time.

I did meet them again, but that is another story.

I swear my story is true. I really did see them, and hear them. My dogs saw them. They see us, but it is hard for us to see them. I believe that you need the second sight to see them.

Kelly Fallbrook – Scotland.