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My husband and I were having a hike in the area, near Morvah. We had parked the car and walked to the Men-an-Tol, then down to the Men Scryfa which is a standing stone dating from the early medieval period. We were going back to the track to head up to the Nine Maidens stone circle, when we saw a man running down the hill. . When I say run, think of those dreams when the land flies beneath you with each step; he was moving like this over the heathy ground. He stopped and looked at us, and my husband waved. He grinned and waved back, then continued to run at this incredible pace in an easterly direction until he was out of sight. He was the same sort of height and build as a slim human, with shoulder-length hair which was the colour of haematite. It was a metallic dark grey. He wore olive green trousers and a long sleeved top, but the cut was very unusual, not like anything that would be commonly bought in a shop. It had a hand-made look to it, with an odd style. I felt a bit spooked by this appearance, and husband and I chatted about how strange he had looked whilst we reached the top of the hill and the Nine Maidens. As we reached the site, the weather began to change; from being a clear sunny day, a strong wind blew up from the west and brought with it a fair deal of cloud and fog. There was a purple/grey hue to this. We explored the circle for a few minutes, and joked about having gone through a portal. As soon as we stepped out of the circle, the wind died down, the clouds cleared, and it was a bright sunny day again. Whilst we walked back towards the car, we were talking about the strange events, and joked that we hoped the car was still there, and that seven years had not passed! We got to the Men-an-Tol, and there were two women chanting in Cornish at the stones; having left libations there. I can only assume that they were local Pagan women or witches performing a rite of some sort. They were happy enough to let us stay for a while, before we carried on back to the car. Thankfully it was still there!’ ‘Just under six foot tall. Slim with an athletic build. Shoulder-length hair that was metallic dark grey, like haematite. Flesh skin-tone. Olive green trousers and long sleeved top, that seemed to be made of natural fibers and hand-made. Couldn’t see exactly what; he was about twenty meters away.’ ‘We think that this fellow was an elf, one of the fair folk that live in the parallel worlds to our own. He was too solid to be a ghost, and there were no signs to suggest that it might have been aliens. I have never seen an alien and doubt that one would have wanted to go for a jog in Cornwall.’ ‘This was the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. I am not sure I would have believed I had not dreamed the whole thing up, had not my husband witnessed it with me too. It has convinced me that there are realms parallel to our own now, and feel really lucky that we witnessed such a thing.’