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‘For too many reasons to go into here, my daughter and I had realized in 2000 that we have a house fairy living with us, so this incident from about two years ago is far from the first occurrence, nor is it the most recent. However, it’s still very fresh in my mind. About eight o’clock one night I was on the sofa watching television with my cat and dog asleep next to me. The TV volume was at a moderate level, not too high. Suddenly there were three tremendously loud, banging knocks on a door in an adjacent hallway. The door leads into the (attached/enclosed) garage. The knocks were so forceful I heard the door rattling in its frame. With my husband out of town, I was so frightened at first I couldn’t move. Then I saw that, despite the noise, the animals hadn’t awoken. I realized the noise was likely not human in origin, but I was still very nervous about checking the garage for intruders. I woke the dog and made her come with me, and of course there was nothing to see but a very ordinary, undisturbed garage. I’d already set the garage burglar alarm for the night. It has a glass breakage/loud noise sensor close to the door in question, but the alarm had not been tripped.’ ‘Based on a series of experiences dating from 2000, some of which were very helpful in nature, we concluded that we live alongside a house fairy. Based on responses from the Ouija board (a whole ’nother story, and none of them were from the fairy himself), we learned his name is Zee.’ ‘I have no idea, but if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say they’re some sort of elemental energy.’ ‘It’s very difficult to write about this without feeling as if I’m coming across as a complete nutjob. And it would do no good to assure you I’m not. Yes, I allow my imagination free reign. It’s kind of my job. I’m a poet (dozens of publications) and a novelist (my two books – as yet unpublished – are about fairies, actually). But I know what I heard. Interestingly, when I told others about the experience I’ve related above, they all tell me how terrified they’d have been in those circumstances. And the night it happened, I was too, but only at first. Once I came back in the house from investigating the garage, my fear just dissolved. I should have been frightened still. It scared me out of my wits when I heard those knocks. But trying to recollect the fear – to reimagine it – was impossible. Almost as if it happened to someone else.’