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‘First of all, I want to make it very clear that this experience is just one among many others. These events are sprinkled liberally throughout my life. Ever since I was born I’ve been able to see spirits, and etc. Sometimes the experiences are verbal, physical, dreamy, sensory, or hypnotic. It seemed since I was small; the faeries made an instant claim on me. They came out of nowhere, and until a few years ago were pretty active in my life. I come from a family that does not believe in the existence of such beings. I’m talking strictly Baptist/Christian. This goes against everything I’ve been taught. So in turn it’s made me a black sheep of sorts. Being sort of psychically inclined, and sensitive to other-ness has done me no favors. I didn’t even know what I was dealing with until I researched myself years later. Lol. Now that’s established here’s a few tales. 1. This experience happened when I was in high school still. It was the early to mid 2000s. It occurred one night when I was in the back room. It’s a room behind the kitchen where I used to unwind, use the laptop, and etc. Well, on this night I had taken to staying up pretty late. I was an insomniac in training, because my teen years were hell when it came to spiritual activity. I couldn’t get into bed, and shut my eyes without something freakishly weird happening. During this time I was having trouble with my abilities. It seemed between twelve and eighteen I was gaining new abilities that I had to deal with. The fae weren’t helping. Instead it seemed constant contact with them were awakening them. So I was about ready to pass out from sleepiness while on the internet. But I didn’t. I was too stubborn to throw in the towel, and resign myself to bed. In the corner of my eye, because I always found myself (even now) scanning my surroundings for ‘surprises’. I happen to see something in the doorway of the kitchen. It was on the counter by the door. It was a bright, pale, luminescent figure, but it was small. It seemed to be peeking around the corner, and then it flew off the counter and came into the back room. I remember turning slightly to gaze at it a bit clearer. It seemed to be about six- to seven-inches in height. It was clearly a smaller faery, not like the bigger ‘elven’ ones I got use to seeing. This figure came and landed on the counter behind me. It watched me for the rest of the time I stayed in the room, which wasn’t long. I was too tired, and numb to deal with them. Lol. I soon got up and walked out passing by while it snickered to itself. It looked mischievous as hell. Gazing at me like I was unicorn or something. The figure was thin, thin and its ears were pointed. It seemed bald yet it had these to antenna poking out of its head. They curved forward. It had pointed feet or it was wearing something I could identify. But for all purposes it looked naked, but sexless. The eyes were slanted, dark, and big. It clearly moved a lot. It had sat, crept, and stood. It moved very easily, but flimsily. Sort of like a reed in the wind. The arms were, and legs were long. The faery shimmered, and glowed with a moonlight luminescence. It had small wings on its back like a fireflies. They were moving rapidly, but stopped every now and then. The face was very expressive. For all purposes it was may have been a spy, but it was a very surreal experience. Very dreamy, but it was real. It reminded me a Brian-Froud-like faery. 2.) This even happened in either my late teens or early twenties. I woke up to a lady singing to me. My head was lying in her lap in bed. She was sitting close by me, and stroking my hair singing or speaking a rhyme in a language I didn’t understand. I had been curled up around her. I glimpsed a cloak or a dress of some sort. Not sure which. Never saw her face, but for the fuzzy moment I had been conscious she stopped. When I started dozing off again she began again, but stopped. I didn’t know why until I began repeating what I just heard. Then she sung again, and waited for me to grasp it, and repeat. That’s all I remember drifting off to both of us in song. 3.) This happened when I was in bed one night. I was in my teens then. At some point during the night I awoke, because of noise and I sensed something. It seemed as if my room was a gathering point sometimes for paranormal strangeness. I always slept facing my library, because it was a narrow space. Also less creepy stuff happened in that direction. At some point I hear shuffling, and laughter coming from behind me. It sounded like a group of drunken old men. They were whispering, and egging each other on about a bet of some sort… I didn’t really care until I heard ‘she’ spoken. They were being drunken pervs about something. I remember being super apprehensive, and trying my damnedest to fake sleep. All of a sudden it had gotten too quiet. I was trying to control my nerves. Then all of a sudden I feel a random hand come from behind me to grope my boob. I’m sure a person not used to weird experiences would’ve screamed bloody murder. It was not something I’d ever expected, and it creeped the crap out of me. This random massive hand stayed a sec, then receded to where ever it came from. Just as smoothly and quickly. Then, not a minute later, there was the laughter of these old men. They seemed to [have] made good on their bet and left. Staying true to my discipline when dealing with them, I didn’t make a sound just froze, and kept my eyes closed. Afterwards I was shaken a bit, but otherwise fine. It sucked that there was no one to talk to about my experiences.’ ‘The female looked human-sized with a cloak covering her. She seemed to be wearing a dress or something. The little faery I’ve already described. The old men weren’t seen, but that damn hand was very solid and I didn’t look at it.’ ‘I heard faery music when I was very young. It’s a very dreamy yet humbling experience. It’s some of the saddest music I’ve ever heard, but it was beyond beautiful. It draws you in and can entrance. It seems they have a preference it seems for airy instruments. Sometimes there’s bells and singing intertwined. Though the music has changed in some instances to jazz, or mutterings of mysticism. I think they add whatever they happen to like at the time. Their root sound is very folk sounding.’ ‘Well, I’ve had other experiences with certain types of spirits before. I’ve seen and encountered shadow people, nature spirits, seen random spirits on camera, ran into one in a book store that slowed down time, been saved by one before, and etc. I’ve had enough experiences so far to be able to tell the difference in a [?] some sort of way. Besides the faeries are territorial. They’ve been very in my face throughout the years to let me know who they are. They have a certain essence that screams fae. They are mysterious, tricky, amusing, shocking, mystical, moody, and for all intensive purposes unknowable. When they’re salted [?] they made sure I’d knew it. Sometimes they couldn’t be seen unless they wanted to be, and I would hear these random rude comments. Whether it was a stupid here or a huff there. They spared no honesty. Or slight threats with a smile. Other times I’d get pinched when younger, or they’d keep me up at night banging on the walls, and chair. They’d jump on my bed, slightly pull me off of bed, smack my ankle, move crap around, cuddle, push me into a crush at school, walk past me while I’m daydreaming/cleaning/working and wave, or laugh at me in my sleep. Other times they would enchant me into dreams and visions. When I was younger they enchanted me into sleepwalking with singing. That’s how I met my first fae. Or when I would argue about my strangeness and views with my family. One of the eleven males would clearly call my name to calm me down. They’ve been intimately intertwined in my life for the longest other than my blood relatives. I gradually learned their rules. They taught me never to thank them for anything, because it’s seen as insulting. Among other things. But yeah. I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. They just are.’ ‘[Fairies are] CRAZY, HYPNOTIC, MOODY, STALKERS, AMUSING, and Deliriously VAIN.’ ‘I don’t know how faeries devolved into cute little cherubs and flower babies. What utter lies. I’m not sure what sane person goes searching for them. They’ve given me wonders and scares equally. Honestly though faeries are the stuff of myth, magic, and faery tales. I’m a chronic daydreamer and a woman who loves fairy tales. But even I know fairy tales never end well. I’m hoping they grow bored, and forget about me for fifty years or so… lol. They’ve broadened my reality indefinitely. So for that I’m truly blessed.’