posted on May, 28 2007 @ 09:35 AM
Sorry, Undertrees ... am unable to assist, re: the movie you mentioned.
Fairies aren't the most widely discussed supernatural topic, but surprisingly, there are a number of threads about them on ATS.
Usually, when I see the topic arise, I post my experience with the 'little people'
(1) in support of the few others who have also had the experience
(2) in the hope of lending credibility to the phenomenon
(3) as a way of coming to terms with the experience.
It's a weird experience, believe me. Prior to that, my 'odd' experiences had all been fairly normal: ghosts, precognition, glimpses of the past
and future, 'knowing' when something was about to occur and when people I hadn't seen for years were about to get in touch. Lots of stuff.
Despite having several 'unusual' experiences, I don't think I would ever have taken 'little people' seriously, if I hadn't seen them myself.
For that matter, I didn't place much faith in people's accounts of ghosts and other paranormal phenomena either, until I experienced them for
myself. The ghosts I saw weren't the same as those in movies. There were no white misty shapes or 'woo woo' noises. Instead, they looked
perfectly normal. And if it hadn't been absolutely impossible for the ghosts I saw to BE real people, it probably would never have occurred to me
that I'd seen a ghost.
I've wracked my brain for years, trying to come up with an explanation for the little-people I saw. But there isn't an explanation --- other than
they were there and I saw them.
I've written about the experience in a number of threads, but can't provide you a link, sorry: basically because I wouldn't have a clue how to find
those posts and at the moment am too lazy to try.
What I can say though, is this: the 'little people' I saw were not cute. They didn't have pretty fairy wings. They were not dressed in green and
red. They didn't frolic, nor did they do any of the things others have described, going back hundreds of years.
Instead, they were stocky. Not fat, but solid and broad in the chest, shoulders and waist. They were approx. 2 to 21/2 feet tall. They were mostly
middle-aged looking, with a few younger ones. They were humorless, joyless. They had coarse, weather-worn skin. Thick skin. They were Caucasian,
but their skin had a 'muddly' cast to it. They had very strong bone structure: wide jaws, cheekbones, noses and chin. Their eyes and mouth were
long and thin and deep-set. They all wore some form of headdress: the men had caps or hats and the women wore peasant-type scarves tied under their
chin. Their clothes were suited to colder climates, appeared home-made, were neat, conservative (modest, showed very little skin) and of colours that
would have existed long before today's modern dyeing processes. The colours were all 'muddy' or muted greens, tans, rusts, beiges -- seemed to be
They were neither friendly nor overtly threatening. At the time of the experience, I was 'under their power', and they seemed to enjoy that -- as
much as they're capable of enjoying anything. I got the impression they don't enjoy much.
One of them was a bit larger than the rest and I'm pretty sure he was the 'leader'. I think they must have been some sort of 'work party' and I
was the job or 'work' they'd been instructed to carry out. None of them, apart from the leader, appeared to have much personal confidence. I'm
sure they were/are perfectly capable and practical, but apart from the leader, they didn't seem overly intelligent. They appeared, really, like
small peasants, or at least the way peasants are portrayed in movies and books. The females seemed nastier than the males. They 'gawped' at me
like rural hicks, sort of snickering at my predicament.
They definitely possessed the power to 'knock me out', physically and mentally, for various lengths of time.
While I was in their presence, I was immobilized and rendered unconscious, for the most part. I did regain partial consciousness on a couple of
occasions but when they noticed I was noticing them, they must have zapped me again.
Nevertheless, I was finally able to regain consciousness and physical mobility. I kicked them away and yelled at them, at which point they retreated,
mumbling resentfully. The only explanation I can think of is that they are only given a certain amount of time, or 'powers' via which to accomplish
their aim. Their goal, apparently, was to kidnap me. Of course, their aim may have been something entirely different and they may have achieved it,
unknown to me. If so, it hasn't revealed itself, as I'm the same now as before the experience.
At the time, I wasn't frightened of them. However, they'd rendered me physically paralysed and basically numb emotionally and mentally, which
prevented me from being frightened and from thinking. I just 'saw' -- and heard them.
After I'd chased them away however, I became unhinged, basically. Absolutely terrified. Not of anything in particular. Just an escalating terror.
Looking back, it might have been because my mind was 'catching up' and experiencing the terror I'd been unable to feel while the 'little people'
had me paralysed and emotionally numb. I phoned someone to come and get me. I just wanted to get away from that house.
Ok, if I read the above account, I'd suggest the person had dreamed the experience, or was under the influence of drugs or alcohol. Or that they'd
been reading about, or talking about or watching a show about 'little people' shortly before. Or that they'd imagined it -- or had 'made it up',
But no. I'd been away from the house for over a week and had just returned home, maybe ten or fifteen minutes prior to the experience. I'd had
loads of sleep on the return journey, don't drink or use drugs. The trip had been ordinary as had the return journey. Nothing unusual was happening
in my life, no dramas or stress.
A friend dropped me off at the house, turned on most of the internal lights and checked the rooms to make sure everything was ok. As soon as they
left, I turned on the tv, made a cup of tea, smoked a cigarette. Started unpacking, carried an armload of clothes to the bedroom, opened the
wardrobe, hung up the clothes and then --- zap. Reeled backwards to the bed, completely overcome with the most powerful blast of 'exhaustion' it's
possible to experience, despite having just had hours of sleep. Next I knew, the 'little people' were there. Never had an experience like it
before or since. Never seen 'little people' before or since. Prior to that experience, I'd never given two minutes thought to 'little
Since that experience, I've tried to find out about them and have learned that other very ordinary people have also encountered them, out of the
blue. In at least one instance, a woman had them in her home and was described as 'hysterical and terror ridden' by those whom she phoned for
assistance. Afterwards, she refused to discuss her experience, apparently, probably scared she would be considered mentally unstable.
I consider myself to be as stable as the next person. I've seen and survived a lot of 'real life' events that would have sent many people around
the bend. People turn to me in a crisis. I don't see things that aren't there. They were there. Entire experience was only of 10 to 20 minutes
duration, approx. Whether or not the 'little people' had actual physical bodies, or were 'other dimensional' with the power to impose their
presence on my mind, I'm unable to say. It's possible they caused me to 'see' them as little people ... they may be able to 'appear' in a
variety of forms, depending on the circumstances. I don't know. The house in question was a magnet for the paranormal.
Finally, I don't like them. I don't believe they are 'good'. If they were, they would have handled it differently and I would not have been