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‘I woke in the night, as my son had been restless. So I had got him back to sleep and was sitting next to him. The curtain rail had fallen apart and so there were no curtains and it was a full moon, there was also a night light on. I noticed something move on the nursing chair in the corner, and saw a little man dressed in red climbing up the side of it. He ran across the chair arm and up onto the back of the chair. There he sat down and looked at me. He looked old in the face but not ancient, and he smoked a pipe but there was no smoke. He looked at me and I looked at him. I got the feeling I had interrupted him. I asked him if he had lived here since before the houses were built (house is sixty years old) and he nodded very slowly. He then jumped onto the window and vanished. A few weeks later I was doing the garden and found an old horseshoe in the garden which I think dates from the time it was a horse field (we still have the horseshoe and have been trying to clean it up).’ ‘Male, red jacket, tallish red hat. Face aged about fifty-ish. And had a pipe.’ ‘In the area people are warned not to wear green in case the fairies get you but nothing specific for this house.’ ‘It looked like a fairy.’ ‘I wanted to believe but didn’t until I met one.’ ‘I was interested in fairies, but after meeting one, it’s not what I imagined. It was cute or lovely, it wasn’t fearful. it was just weird and slightly unnerving.’