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‘I was about five years old. My mum kept the clothes-horse behind my bed as I used to play ‘tents’ with it. I woke up in the middle of the night (I always slept with a light on) and sitting above me on the clothes-horse was this fairy. It had stolen my dummy. I remember feeling indignant and at the same time scared. I knew it was a fairy. And I knew it had stolen my dummy. I said to it, ‘Give it back to me.’ And it just shook its head. So I said again, ‘Give it back to me.’ And I reached up and snatched my dummy back. I jumped straight off the bed and ran into my mum and dad’s bedroom, waking them up with, telling them what had happened. Mum just pulled me into bed with them and I spent the rest of the night in their bed. She could see I was scared. I have never forgotten it. It was totally real to me. I have never seen one since, but have had many other ‘interesting’ experiences throughout my life.’ ‘This is where my memory gets a bit fuzzy because I was scared, and I was also indignant and was really focused on getting back what it had stolen and then getting the hell out of there and into my parents’ room. It was about fifteen centimeters in height.’ ‘I was only little, so probably had books on fairies. It’s what a five-year-old relates to.’ ‘I often wonder about the alien connection. I have a scar on my leg and I remember when I was young, about eight or nine, asking my mum what had happened to my leg and she said told me nothing had ever happened that would have caused the scar.’