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‘I must have been four or five, my parents had separated for a while and my mum and I had gone back to live in my grandparents’ house, which was a weird house anyway, but that’s a separate story. My mum and I were sharing one of the front bedrooms. For some reason there were no curtains up in that room. I awoke one night and from where I was lying in bed, I could see the sky, which I remember had a really deep red cast to it. There were lots of clouds and it must have been pretty windy out because the clouds were scudding across the sky pretty quickly. I remember lying there watching that for a minute or two and listening to my mum murmur in her sleep. When suddenly, I became aware of a small figure stood on the windowsill. He must have been about twelve inches tall and was totally transparent, all I could see was a glowing golden outline. He appeared to be dressed in a traditional little elf-style hat, a jacket (even his patch pocket on the front of his jacket was outlined), trousers and little shoes with turned-up toes. But all of this was just highlighted in a glowing golden outline. He seemed unaware that I had awoken, but he was running up and down the length of the windowsill, looking out of the window as though he were looking for someone or something. He kept putting his hand up as though to shield his eyes from the light. He seemed quite excited. I remember lying there utterly spellbound, but desperate for my mum to see him as well. But I was very certain that if he knew I was awake, he’d disappear, so I tried to whisper calling for my mum to wake up, which of course she didn’t, so I gave up after a couple of attempts and just watched him. I assume I fell back to sleep afterwards. I know I wasn’t dreaming (which is what people tell me I must have been if ever I tell them about my encounter) but I’m convinced that I saw him. I’m also rather desperate to read all of your other sightings as I’ve wanted to find another sighting like mine ever since.’ What are fairies? ‘Elementals.’ ‘I’d love to see one again as an adult, although I don’t think they’re something to be messed with generally’.