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‘I [British national] lived on the Isle of Man for about ten years. It has a rich history of faerie folk but I was not looking for them when it happened. On the isle there is a woodland area called Glen *** and me and my partner at the time used to go walking there every Sunday morning because the whole place felt like a church, so we used Sunday mornings as religious time where we would wonder about the marvel of a nature being so beautiful it is almost holy. We had just got out of the car and walked approximately one hundred metres into the glen and I was looking around me to take in the peace and tranquillity when in the corner of my vision I saw something that obviously I wasn’t prepared for, the head and shoulders of a small person (approximately one and a half meters) poking out from behind a tree. I then focused on it and was amazed to find it didn’t disappear or wasn’t pareidolia, there definitely was a small man observing us about thirty meters down the path. I kept my eyes on it and asked my partner if she could see him. She said she couldn’t and then was looking around the area when her face paled. ‘I can now’, she said and we both watched a little man watching us from behind a tree. Then things got a little weird (?!) because I never moved my eyes from him whilst I walked towards the tree and he was still there and then I was at the tree and he wasn’t and I can’t reconcile when he had gone. My mind seemed to see him all the way to his tree, but when I got there there was no trace of anything but Glen ***. Both me and my partner shared details of the man and they were identical, but she couldn’t tell me when he had gone either. Every time we visited Glen Helen after that we looked out for our faerie, but we never saw him again, but always acknowledged their presence before going on our walk with a quick ‘hello’ at the tree we saw him at.’‘A small man, only saw head and shoulders and he was wearing attire there, a reddish colour garment.’ Fairies are ‘an older race of beings before humans’.