posted on Jul, 9 2009 @ 07:11 AM
Have just joined ATS after being an avid reader and long-time lurker of this most excellent website in order to post this tale from my own past
regarding "The Little Folk". However, don't get too excited as it didn't involve an actual sighting, okay?!
The story i'm about to relate took place when I was 12 or 13 years old, so we're going back to 1982/ 1983, and occured when I went away on a school
holiday for a week to the Isle of Man, UK. If anyone knows anything about the Isle, the people there have a huge belief in Fairies and stuff of this
sort, even to the point of thanking the Fairies when passing over certain streams and bridges to avoid bad-luck befalling you and this is exactly what
happened on this particular day.
We'd all crammed into a minibus to set off to a place near Douglas - I cannot remember the exact name now - which had a nice flat beach where us
school kids could learn how to canoe and kayak. As we're driving there, we approached one of these "Fairy" bridges and our Teacher stood up and
told us all to get ready to offer thanks to the Fairies once they'd let us pass ove the bridge, so we all shouted "Thank You Fairies" as the
minibus reached the other side, except for one lad at the back who decided to shout "F**k off Fairies"!
The lad in question got a dressing down from the Teacher and even managed to annoy most of us kids as we still were at an age that you could have a
slight belief in this type of stuff and plus we're all on holiday and it tied into the atmosphere I suppose.
Anyhow, all was forgotten by the time we reached the place and kids being kids, we jumped at the chance of going out into the surf riding canoes and
kayaks, which we did for the next couple of hours.
Then, suddenly I was being shouted by some friends from a path which ran along some small cliffs, so I set off and a coupel of minutes later I reached
them and found they were all wearing shocked expressions. I asked what was wrong and they just pointed down onto the beach and there was the lad
who'd told the Fairies to F off laying dead!
I asked them what had happened and they said the lad had been messing around climbing the cliff but was only about 10/ 15 feet off the beach when he
suddenly just seemed to freeze and fall backwards, hitting the only small, flat rock that was poking out of the sand, when anywhere else and he'd
have just hit sand.
I know it was probably just a coincidence and a freak set of occurances but there was hushed whispers around the campsite by the locals regarding the
lad's disrepect of the Fairies, so who really knows.
ANyway, that's my contribution and hope we get some more tales of "The Little People" as i've been facinated ever since.