Speaker 1: Hello everybody, We're welcome back. Thank you very much for
Speaker 1: joining me. My name is Deborah Hatswell and you're listening
Speaker 1: to BBR Investigations as the storm swirls outside tonight, and
Speaker 1: wanted to bring you some modern day fairy encounters, with
Speaker 1: cases such as Beware the Wrath if you build on
Speaker 1: their path and Fairies of the Lamp. I'm going to
Speaker 1: be sharing a number of reports from ordinary folk from
Speaker 1: the UK who have had encounters with the faith. The
Speaker 1: little folk, you know, the we devils, imps, sprites and
Speaker 1: pixies who play tricks high things, of course our manner,
Speaker 1: have come fabulation with their antics often portrayed in today's
Speaker 1: geisters think about like you know, with fluttering wings and
Speaker 1: a penchant for plants and flowers. They can also be dark,
Speaker 1: dangerous and can lead many a traveler off a safe
Speaker 1: path and into the world of the glimmer. The tales
Speaker 1: that I'm sharing tonight are modern and some you will
Speaker 1: not have heard of before. In some of the cases,
Speaker 1: I've resourced them from the web, so I've added a
Speaker 1: link to all of them in the description below. I
Speaker 1: have added reports from all four corners in the UK
Speaker 1: and for all of the names will change with the
Speaker 1: region for purposes of ease, and will refer to them
Speaker 1: as the Fay, although each country here does have their
Speaker 1: own name for them. First, I'd like to start with
Speaker 1: the case that happened to my very good friend Deb
Speaker 1: Singleton that she shared with me several years ago, and
Speaker 1: you can find the report in her book Strange Things.
Speaker 1: Deb said several years ago, I had a strange experience
Speaker 1: in my bedroom my home. Like then, I had a
Speaker 1: crystal ball nightlight. The ball was made from heavy clay
Speaker 1: glass and it was filled with air bubbles all shapes
Speaker 1: and sizes, and it was about the size of a
Speaker 1: large breakthrough. It sat on top of a small machine
Speaker 1: that projected colored lights up through the ball. It also
Speaker 1: had a function which enabled you to listen to such
Speaker 1: things as birds, sound, rainfall, or the ocean, which I
Speaker 1: never used. I used the lamp as a nightlight and
Speaker 1: I just loved looking at it as I was settling
Speaker 1: down ready for sleep before turning it off. One night,
Speaker 1: I was looking at the bubbles within the ball. I
Speaker 1: was getting ready to switch it off when I saw
Speaker 1: what I can only describe as a fairy sitting on
Speaker 1: top of the ball. Propped back on her hands and
Speaker 1: she was swinging the legs idly. I was amazed to
Speaker 1: see her. She had a beautiful, smiling face, long blonde hair,
Speaker 1: and she was wearing a long, floaty white dress. She
Speaker 1: was around the third side of a barbie dog. I
Speaker 1: just laid there staring at her, totally transfixed, hardly daring
Speaker 1: to breathe. She didn't appear to have noticed me. They
Speaker 1: didn't move in case I scared her off. As I
Speaker 1: looked at her, I noticed movement at the far side
Speaker 1: of the ball, and suddenly a male of the same
Speaker 1: size appeared. He placed his hands far apart on the
Speaker 1: ball and bent slightly forward, and he peered around as
Speaker 1: if he was looking for somebody, maybe the female. I
Speaker 1: was blown away. I in and Burtley squealed, and they
Speaker 1: both jumped in shock and disappeared. It was so sad
Speaker 1: that it startled them. It was just a reflex action
Speaker 1: that caused me to squeal. It never appeared again, well
Speaker 1: not while I was awake. Anyway. What an amazing experience
Speaker 1: and one that I am jealous of. I would love
Speaker 1: to see the fae, especially if they were tiny, you know,
Speaker 1: and beautiful to look at. It must have been magical
Speaker 1: dead lived in Yorkshire when this experience happened, and there
Speaker 1: are reports like this in every county in the UK.
Speaker 1: In a wonderful block called the Emerald Iole, there is
Speaker 1: a vast cattalog from Island that covers not only the
Speaker 1: reports of people who see the Fay, but also has
Speaker 1: a lot of information on fairy law, what to do,
Speaker 1: what not to do, you know, and it explained some
Speaker 1: of the ancient superstitions around them. I have had an
Speaker 1: interest in the old connection between the fay, earth energy
Speaker 1: and our natural plant life, you know, as each planet,
Speaker 1: bush and tree is utilized by them and also has
Speaker 1: its own energy. One story that I love anything to
Speaker 1: do with the half lawn fairy legends. Now let me explain.
Speaker 1: The Hawthorne is often associated with the realm called the
Speaker 1: alter world or the fairy world, home not just to
Speaker 1: the Fay, but also mythical creatures or mental spry, satyrs
Speaker 1: and paths. It was believed that the Hawthorn acts as
Speaker 1: a doorway between our world and the mystical realm. Legend
Speaker 1: has it that fairies reside within the Hawthorne and disturbing
Speaker 1: them can bring about some serious consequences. Hence it's known
Speaker 1: as the Fairy Tree. One tailor is called beware the
Speaker 1: Wrath if you build on their path, and it can
Speaker 1: be found in the blog The Emerald. Though. There was
Speaker 1: once a farmer in County Kera who had built a
Speaker 1: little cottage for himself and his wife. But the thatched
Speaker 1: roof was in a terrible state of disrepair and unlikely
Speaker 1: to last another winter. Unlike the stonehouses and cottages in
Speaker 1: the West, Kerry cottages were less sturder, and so he
Speaker 1: knew we had to build himself another place to live.
Speaker 1: He searched through the plot of land he was renting
Speaker 1: and until he came upon a likely spot, and he
Speaker 1: gathered the neighbors to help with raising his new house.
Speaker 1: And was you know the way back when people helped,
Speaker 1: didn't They? They came, and soon the house was almost done,
Speaker 1: so they stopped to take a mite to eat and
Speaker 1: have a drink. It happened that an old man was
Speaker 1: passing by, and he paused to survey the work. Shaking
Speaker 1: his head, he proclaimed that nobody he stayed in that
Speaker 1: house would get a full night's sleep, and he made
Speaker 1: off before he could be questioned about such an outlandish statement.
Speaker 1: That very night, the farmer and his wife were settled
Speaker 1: down fast asleep, and just after midnight they were awakened
Speaker 1: by a terrible battering and rattling sound, as though the
Speaker 1: cupboard had come down from the wall and the table
Speaker 1: was dancing around in the kitchen. Scrambling out of bed,
Speaker 1: he looked at the door to find everything looked the
Speaker 1: same as it had before, nothing had moved. So shaken
Speaker 1: he went back to bed. Well. Twice more that night
Speaker 1: the same thing happened, so the couple got no rest
Speaker 1: at all. The next night he was ready and he
Speaker 1: wore his clothing bed, and sure enough, when the racket
Speaker 1: began again, he sprang out and grabbed his stick, went
Speaker 1: to the front door and back door, hoping to catch
Speaker 1: the blackguards who were battering on his walls. Look, not
Speaker 1: a soul was in sight, only the silent darkness of
Speaker 1: the countryside. Even while his crockery toppled from the shelf,
Speaker 1: he saw nothing. He was at his wits end, but
Speaker 1: his wife suggested they should have gone talk to the priest,
Speaker 1: a man with a fearsome reputation, and if he wouldn't
Speaker 1: do it, she would, And so she did, bringing the
Speaker 1: priest back with her. The next day, the priest arrived
Speaker 1: at a mass in the house, so their husband and
Speaker 1: wife went to sleep that night with an air of
Speaker 1: cautious optimism. There was no avail for again. The whole
Speaker 1: house shut and rocked. Night after night. It went on
Speaker 1: until the farmer was in a wretched state. But he
Speaker 1: had to bring his cattle to market, where he'd have
Speaker 1: been out on his ear. So the next day he
Speaker 1: pulled himself slowly to the nearest town and managed eventually
Speaker 1: to sell a few head of cattle. He decided he
Speaker 1: stop off at the pub for the rest on his
Speaker 1: way back, But no sooner had he ordered his pine,
Speaker 1: he saw the same old man you'd made the odd
Speaker 1: comment while the house was being built. Quick as a flash,
Speaker 1: he went out the door of that pope, and he
Speaker 1: asked the old man why he'd said that they would
Speaker 1: never sleep in the house in peace. And the old
Speaker 1: man took in his appearance and said, you look like
Speaker 1: a man who hasn't been getting much sleep. But I'll
Speaker 1: tell you what. Finish up your pipe there and will
Speaker 1: take a look at your house. And so he did,
Speaker 1: and the farmer told him everything that had happened. They
Speaker 1: went back to the farmhouse and the old man stood
Speaker 1: at the back door pointing outwards. What is that that
Speaker 1: you see, he said. Why, it's a white thorn tree,
Speaker 1: said the farmer, and then the old man repeated that
Speaker 1: at the front door. What do you see another white
Speaker 1: thorn tree? Said the father. What did you expect, said
Speaker 1: the old man. You built your house between two hoarfs,
Speaker 1: arms each split into three bushes from the one trunk
Speaker 1: that it's well known that the fairies will troop between
Speaker 1: two trees, and they've been doing so since the land
Speaker 1: itself was young. You've built your house or a fairy path,
Speaker 1: and that commotion that you hear nightly, it's nothing but
Speaker 1: the fairies trying to get through your house and running
Speaker 1: into the wall. Well, what can you do about it,
Speaker 1: asked the farmer. He said, well, what you must do
Speaker 1: is leave your front door open when nightfalls, and the
Speaker 1: back door as well, so that the fairies can pass
Speaker 1: through without hindrance. If you do this, the fairies won't
Speaker 1: trouble you again. So, taking the old man advice, and
Speaker 1: the farmer left the front and back doors open in
Speaker 1: his house every night and never again because he bothered
Speaker 1: by the fairies, and to this day the doors of
Speaker 1: that house will never quite close fuller, and that door
Speaker 1: can be found in the home even now. Now I
Speaker 1: know hawthorn as a bread and cheese plant, as parts
Speaker 1: of it can be eaten all year round. The young
Speaker 1: leaves are lovely. It takes a bit light like hazels
Speaker 1: or cobnuts. There are hawthorns in England that are around
Speaker 1: six hundred year old. It's a plant that needs very
Speaker 1: little care and it can grow on the worst of soils.
Speaker 1: Its medicinal properties are extensive, so it's no wonder The
Speaker 1: hawthorn is known as the guarded tree now. In nineteen
Speaker 1: ninety nine work was interrupted on the main road from
Speaker 1: Limerick to Galway because a fairy tree stood in its path.
Speaker 1: The road had to be re rooted and construction was
Speaker 1: delayed by ten years. In County Tyrone in two thousand
Speaker 1: and nine, a hawthorn tree was cut down and locals
Speaker 1: reported numerous sightings of a ghost that had been bottled
Speaker 1: beneath it. One told a reporter from the Belfast Telegraph
Speaker 1: that it was a common thing round here. The local
Speaker 1: priests would have come round exercised a place and put
Speaker 1: the spirit in a bottle, and then that tree would
Speaker 1: have been planted on top of that bottle in the ground,
Speaker 1: and now they've cut that tree down. Now there's also
Speaker 1: a connection between Hawthorne and the fairy lights some people
Speaker 1: report seeing. And the next case seems to prove that
Speaker 1: when fairies call your name. Now there's always seemed to
Speaker 1: be a sense of magic to our garden, said this witness.
Speaker 1: I'm looking to own five acres of land. And it
Speaker 1: was a few days before Halloween in twenty ten when
Speaker 1: I had my first experience with what I believed to
Speaker 1: be the fair I remember a bright full moon of
Speaker 1: white light and that was beaming through my bedroom window.
Speaker 1: It was remarkably bright, and I had troubled them to sleep.
Speaker 1: When I realized I hadn't even closed the blinds, a
Speaker 1: sleepily went to close them before I gazed upon a
Speaker 1: luminous garden, lawn and flower beds, and suddenly I noticed
Speaker 1: four soft lights leading into our woods entrance. They weren't
Speaker 1: moving as such yet they grew bigger and brighter and
Speaker 1: more easier to see. The center light seemed to be
Speaker 1: the brightest. They were white, yellow, and light pink. All
Speaker 1: of which were ordered in a small line. I wondered
Speaker 1: whether they were light reflections, and before I realized that
Speaker 1: reflection light isn't bright, glowing, yellow or pink. I also
Speaker 1: considered the fireflies, yet they're not native here. I watched
Speaker 1: them for about half an hour until I went to
Speaker 1: check at the time, came back finding them gone. The
Speaker 1: next day, I decided to go outside and visit the
Speaker 1: area where I'd seen the lights, mysteriously finding a fresh
Speaker 1: bunch of mushrooms where the lights had been, and it
Speaker 1: finally clicked fairies. As I walked away past the hawthornhead,
Speaker 1: I swear I heard a very playful voice whispered my name. Now.
Speaker 1: I took a report in the nineteen nineties. I didn't
Speaker 1: take it in the nineteen nineties. I took it about
Speaker 1: three years ago. And it happened in the nineteen nineties.
Speaker 1: And it happened in an area called Heally Dell, which
Speaker 1: is kind of Rochdale Way Oldham Way now at Heely Dell,
Speaker 1: there is the legend of the Healy Dwarf and that
Speaker 1: is represented by standing stone in the middle of the
Speaker 1: river at the waterfall. And it said that the dwarf
Speaker 1: covacid with fairies there and told them he never wanted
Speaker 1: to leave, so there he still sits. The dwarf was
Speaker 1: said to be the size of a small child with
Speaker 1: a huge ginger beard. He was always dressed in green
Speaker 1: and brown, with check trousers and white shirt rolled up
Speaker 1: at the sleeves. Visiting the area was a treat for me,
Speaker 1: and I can attest to just how magical lows Woods were.
Speaker 1: Our witness is named Sam, and he said the story
Speaker 1: I'm about to relate, and sometimes in my late teens,
Speaker 1: in the late nineties, it was dusk, a friend and
Speaker 1: I had been walking on the hills. We descended into
Speaker 1: the woodlands of Healy Dell, an ancient woodland now a
Speaker 1: nature reserve near Rochdale and Lancashire. As we walked deeper
Speaker 1: into a remote part of the woods, we became aware
Speaker 1: of a strange atmosphere, the kind of weird mist in
Speaker 1: the air. It was like stepping into something from a film.
Speaker 1: Everything seemed to take on a feeling of surreal a
Speaker 1: stage set reality felt fake in some way. This derealization,
Speaker 1: you know, is something of experience during other paranormal events. Strange,
Speaker 1: you know, but it feels familiar. Both me and my
Speaker 1: friend went into a strange, playful move. We both explored
Speaker 1: the woods like you would as a child, dreamy, almost intoxicated,
Speaker 1: going one way and I was going the other. Became
Speaker 1: aware the sound of voices, like children's voices. They seemed
Speaker 1: happy and cheek I followed the sound, concentrating on it
Speaker 1: until I came to a stream, and it was then
Speaker 1: I realized the sound of the voices was coming from
Speaker 1: the stream itself. I listened intently for a moment entranced
Speaker 1: by the way the babbling of the water and the
Speaker 1: sound was kind of playful. After a short time, I
Speaker 1: called my friend, who was some meters away, enthusiastically but
Speaker 1: in a hushed tone, telling him to listen to the river.
Speaker 1: We bolt knelt down, quietly, paying attention to the sound.
Speaker 1: Before I had time to ask him what he made
Speaker 1: of it, we both got sight of something on the
Speaker 1: other side of the stream. This part of the story
Speaker 1: is hard to describe. We both silently watched as a
Speaker 1: group of lights, maybe seven in total, danced around before
Speaker 1: us on the other side of the stream. The lights
Speaker 1: were animated, seemed strangely intelligent, dancing around and interacting with
Speaker 1: each other. Had the distinct feeling they could see us,
Speaker 1: and they wanted us to see them. There was a
Speaker 1: feeling of communication between us. I hesitate to call them fairies,
Speaker 1: as they had no distinct features. They looked like orbs
Speaker 1: of light, and then moved in a way reminiscent of
Speaker 1: a group of animals. The whole atmosphere was dreamlike and surreal.
Speaker 1: We seemed to be in some sort of trance. We
Speaker 1: watched the lights in stunned silence for and indeterminate amount
Speaker 1: of time, and eventually I became unnerved and I said
Speaker 1: we should leave. I had half remembered local tales of
Speaker 1: fairies taking people away. I thought it was best to
Speaker 1: go out of them. Although looking back, there seemed nothing
Speaker 1: benevolent about the encounter and the folk tales I'd heard.
Speaker 1: It never struck me as frightening, but it was still
Speaker 1: very unnervoy. We retreated, mind our way back up the
Speaker 1: bank of the tree line and into the fading light
Speaker 1: the evening. The strange, intoxicating feeling lifted as quickly as
Speaker 1: it had come on. We sat on the hillside, exchanging
Speaker 1: only a few words in a kind of bewildered, sharp
Speaker 1: as we sat there in that state, a white feather
Speaker 1: drifted down beautifully from side to side before our eyes. Eventually,
Speaker 1: and then it landed softly on my friend's knee. It
Speaker 1: so totally absorbed our attention that we were again in
Speaker 1: a kind of trance, a stunned catatonia, reality seen somehow
Speaker 1: fake or like a play was happening of some kind.
Speaker 1: We related our story to friends the next day, and
Speaker 1: a group of us went back to the spot. The
Speaker 1: atmosphere I felt normal, mundane, There's nothing strange about it
Speaker 1: at all. It seemed quite absurd. An enthusiastic friend even
Speaker 1: brought a camera along. Before and since I experience. I've
Speaker 1: had many mystical and paranormal events, some of which have
Speaker 1: been utterly live changing, but this one seems relevant to
Speaker 1: shardev over the past few years, and I've taken to
Speaker 1: going back there, you know, and go to the same
Speaker 1: spot around Christmas time to recognize the event. We sort
Speaker 1: of become a ritual giving thanks for such a strange
Speaker 1: and beguiling encounter, whatever it was, And that's my story
Speaker 1: tis most true and faithful. The question has to be asked,
Speaker 1: were those lights trying to lower some away Neally Dell
Speaker 1: is almost like a ravine, and it's very steep sided
Speaker 1: the embankments and rocky ledges and not easy to climb.
Speaker 1: There's also heavy spray and miss from the waterfalls along
Speaker 1: its stretch because the River Spodden runs through, and it's
Speaker 1: a beautiful and atmospheric place. Not only will the Fai
Speaker 1: lead you away and into danger, they may also shade
Speaker 1: their image or change their appearance to something inviting and nice,
Speaker 1: only to switch on you in an instant, showing its
Speaker 1: real a gender and fear. Now there's a case it's
Speaker 1: written in the fairy Farroom that seems to feature this
Speaker 1: kind of activity. The person there said, I've seen this
Speaker 1: creature several times now, but it has fully shown itself
Speaker 1: twice to me. The first time was when I was
Speaker 1: getting out of the shower. He had at least six
Speaker 1: rounds of teeth and it was no taller than four feet.
Speaker 1: But it reminds me of that creature, the precious, the
Speaker 1: thinking Lord of the Rings. I don't know what that is.
Speaker 1: The only thing different between that and what I saw
Speaker 1: is its teeth. The second time I saw him, I
Speaker 1: was trying to talk to her young female health before
Speaker 1: she could speak to me. The thing took her place
Speaker 1: and bared its teeth. Does anyone have any idea what
Speaker 1: this thing could be? It concerns me. The little girl
Speaker 1: Elf was trying to speak to me, you know, maybe
Speaker 1: getting harmed, and I would like to help her. We
Speaker 1: do have a lot of uncly around here, but I've
Speaker 1: never seen this. Now I had to look that up.
Speaker 1: Uncly fay normally reported in Scotland scottage folklore. It's not
Speaker 1: a good idea to cross them, and that is still
Speaker 1: taken seriously to this day. Controversial fish farm plans were
Speaker 1: rejected after campaigners worn fishermen could be lowed to their
Speaker 1: desks by fairies in the deepest part of the ocean.
Speaker 1: Ancient folklore was cited as a reason for planners to
Speaker 1: turn down the application. Pharm One man had a frightening
Speaker 1: encounter with a set of shadow stealing fay close to
Speaker 1: the Crystal Mountain at Shalen. He shared his experience in
Speaker 1: a film featuring modern daily reports of the fay and
Speaker 1: he said, this is a rare modern fairy description from
Speaker 1: the edges of Persia. This event took place at the
Speaker 1: base of Shahelion, the fairy Hill and the count is
Speaker 1: from a modern fairy documentary, The Fairy Face, that I
Speaker 1: took part in many years ago. Now, he said, I
Speaker 1: was visiting the bogs at the bottom of Shahellion at
Speaker 1: the time. It was just as I was sitting down
Speaker 1: watching the beautiful views, around five pm in the evening.
Speaker 1: As I sat in drifted the mist and a small
Speaker 1: amount of dew in tiny rain drops was all around me.
Speaker 1: You could see a rainbow within the mist. I think
Speaker 1: it was a privileged to be there whilst this display
Speaker 1: was going on. I was watching the stream, listening to
Speaker 1: its rhythm, how it flowed in an almost musical way.
Speaker 1: I felt almost in rapture at the beauty of it all,
Speaker 1: and noticed movement on my left on what I can
Speaker 1: only describe as a little fellow was standing there. He
Speaker 1: was around four feet in high, and to my disbelief,
Speaker 1: he had hold at the top of my shadow and
Speaker 1: he held the scissors at the head part and he
Speaker 1: was trying to roll it up as he would roll
Speaker 1: the newspaper. He was around forty yards away from me
Speaker 1: and we locked eyes. And at this point I saw
Speaker 1: a similar, smaller female figure down at my feet, and
Speaker 1: she was trying to cut out my shadow with a
Speaker 1: pair of shares. I couldn't believe my eyes with instincts,
Speaker 1: I said, oh, very loudly, at which point they both
Speaker 1: looked at each other and vanished gone. And I was
Speaker 1: left with a feeling of astonishment. And to be honest,
Speaker 1: I thought, your cheek, you eat bastards. I wasn't frightened
Speaker 1: or scared. I was more astonished at the cheek of them.
Speaker 1: They reminded me of the bog people, you know legend.
Speaker 1: They were filth, the dirty, struggly hair, and they were
Speaker 1: covered with cruel small buckskin, like a shammy cloth of
Speaker 1: some kind, which in itself was monkey with filth. The
Speaker 1: dirt was very ingrained on the cloth and on the
Speaker 1: figures themselves, as if they'd come out of the bog itself.
Speaker 1: Now there is a legend at the very hill of
Speaker 1: the vanishing children, and it's told that it was said
Speaker 1: by the villagers in the nearby town of averyfel day
Speaker 1: that we folk controls inhabited a cave below the waterfall there.
Speaker 1: Animals that wandered up that way were never seen again,
Speaker 1: and children were forbidden to go there. Of course, when
Speaker 1: she'd forbidden her child to go anywhere, and that's where
Speaker 1: they're going to go. And they did and disappeared, which
Speaker 1: isn't the end of the tale, but only the beginning
Speaker 1: of a mystifying storer. The children were found on a
Speaker 1: regular basis near lot Ranick, on the other side of
Speaker 1: Mount Jahallion. Tradesmen traveling between Ranik and Overfelder would restore
Speaker 1: these missing children to the families. No one could explain
Speaker 1: how they turned up so far away and in such
Speaker 1: short time. The children themselves remembered nothing, and so they
Speaker 1: all said early on. The conclusion was that the fairies
Speaker 1: carried them there, you know, that the little people load
Speaker 1: the children away. Later, tunnels were found leading from the
Speaker 1: back of the cave that we rocked to parts unknown.
Speaker 1: No one care here to follow them to the end,
Speaker 1: but it was speculated that they might extend for miles.
Speaker 1: Some people began to discount the fairy and the trolls theory,
Speaker 1: you know. Even so, barring the eye of magic, there
Speaker 1: was no logical way the children could have traveled so
Speaker 1: far and so fast on foot, not any explanation why
Speaker 1: they didn't get lost and starving the mild of catacombs. Eventually,
Speaker 1: the cave at weem Rock collapsed, some say with a
Speaker 1: significant amount of help from the townspeople. Now, if the
Speaker 1: Irish and Scottish reports to the Fay I've shared tonight
Speaker 1: are not scary enough, and I'd like to introduce you
Speaker 1: to the Welsh fe with Willigon now. These fairies are
Speaker 1: typically described as tall, shadowy figures with long care, often
Speaker 1: wearing tattered clothing that blends in with the rocky terrain.
Speaker 1: They are known for their eerie whales, which can be
Speaker 1: heard echoing during the mountains, but for their description. Their
Speaker 1: actions are often seen to be kind. Often, lost travelers
Speaker 1: would be brought to safety and accompanied by the Welsh Fay,
Speaker 1: only to vanish when reaching a place of safety. But
Speaker 1: there is another Welsh fae that's not something you want
Speaker 1: to run into when you're lost on a lonely mountain top.
Speaker 1: The Curious Fluid blog shared a report of the elf
Speaker 1: dances of Koiklin, and this account comes from Elias Owens.
Speaker 1: Elias said, on a fine summer day, between me hours
Speaker 1: of twelve noon and one, my eldest sister and myself
Speaker 1: and our neighbour's children, Barbara and Ann Evans, both older
Speaker 1: than myself, were in a field called Koi Kalik near
Speaker 1: their house. We were all instantly engaged at play by
Speaker 1: a head under a tree not far from the site.
Speaker 1: Next to that was the house, when one of us
Speaker 1: observed in the middle of the field company of what
Speaker 1: Shellek call them, being really and the men, women, no children,
Speaker 1: and they were dancing with great briskness. They were in
Speaker 1: full view, less than one hundred yards from us, consisting
Speaker 1: of about seven or eight couples. We could not well
Speaker 1: reckon them, owing to the briskness of the motions and
Speaker 1: the consternation with which we were struck at the sight
Speaker 1: of them, which is so unusual. They were all clothing red,
Speaker 1: a dress not unlike a military uniform, without hats, but
Speaker 1: their heads were tied with handkerchiefs of a reddish color
Speaker 1: and a sprint or a spotted with yellow, all uniform
Speaker 1: in this and in an habit, all tied behind, with
Speaker 1: the corners hanging down their backs, and white handkerchiefs in
Speaker 1: their hands, had loose by the corners. They appeared to
Speaker 1: be the size of somewhat less than our own, but
Speaker 1: they were more like dwarfs than children. On the first discovery,
Speaker 1: you know, there's no small dreads to question one another
Speaker 1: as to what they could be. And there were no
Speaker 1: soldiers in the country, nor was it time, you know,
Speaker 1: for the may dancers. And as they differed much from
Speaker 1: all the human beings we'd ever seen before, we didn't
Speaker 1: know what they were. So we were alarmed, and we
Speaker 1: dropped our play left and made for the style, still
Speaker 1: keeping our eyes upon them, and we observed one of
Speaker 1: them starting from the rest and making towards us at
Speaker 1: a running pace. I, being the youngest, was the last
Speaker 1: at the style, and through share luck, with an inexpressible panic.
Speaker 1: So the grim elf just at my heels, having a
Speaker 1: full and clear grab at me, you know, the terrific
Speaker 1: view of him with his ancient swathy and grim complexion.
Speaker 1: I screamed. I screamed out exceedingly. My sister also and
Speaker 1: our companions set up a roar, and the farmer dragged
Speaker 1: me with a violence over that style. With palpitating hearts
Speaker 1: and loud cries. We ran towards the house, alarmed the
Speaker 1: family and told them of what had happened. The men
Speaker 1: instantly left their dinner, you know, and went outside, but
Speaker 1: there was nothing there to find now, no podcast or
Speaker 1: article on fairies would be complete without the mention of
Speaker 1: the Fairy Census. I didn't get that report from there.
Speaker 1: I got off another blog. But that must have been
Speaker 1: absolutely terrifying for the children. But if you look up
Speaker 1: the Fairy Sensors, she can report your own account there.
Speaker 1: And also there is a huge amount of other information
Speaker 1: on there. Now we can't talk about fairies, that pixes
Speaker 1: are empty in the UK without speaking about Cornwall. And
Speaker 1: this report came from the Fairy Census and it's called
Speaker 1: the Cornish no And this lady said, I was on
Speaker 1: holiday in Cornwall and my family. I think it was
Speaker 1: about I was thirteen, so a while ago we'd been
Speaker 1: on holiday in Cornwall and I joked about the little
Speaker 1: people who lived in the tin mines. I think we'd
Speaker 1: also bought some souvenir Cornish piscikres in the past. Now,
Speaker 1: the first proper day of our holiday, went for a
Speaker 1: walk a close sunny day. It was really rural. I
Speaker 1: remember we were walking down a grassy track with large
Speaker 1: banks of wild hedges running alongside. Could have been somewhere
Speaker 1: near paul Perow, I'm not sure. I was walking a
Speaker 1: few steps ahead of my mum and sisters, excited about
Speaker 1: having a whole week off when I saw a gnome
Speaker 1: sitting on the side of the path. He was so unexpected,
Speaker 1: I think I remember feeling scared or wondering if I
Speaker 1: was seeing things are going mad. I took another couple
Speaker 1: of steps and I saw his nut brown, wizened face
Speaker 1: in detail. He was chiefly grinning at me. He had
Speaker 1: a mossy brown beard, dark brown, shining eyes, and he
Speaker 1: was wearing a peaked hat I think it was brown,
Speaker 1: and a shiny jacket and trousers in shades of brown
Speaker 1: and ocha. I'd say he was about twelve to fourteen
Speaker 1: inches tall. I literally could not believe my eyes. I
Speaker 1: was even too amazed and dumbstruckted that tear, I think
Speaker 1: to turn around and tell my family to look at
Speaker 1: the gnome. And the nome caught his head again, cheekily
Speaker 1: turned his back on me and kind of changed melted
Speaker 1: transmokratified into an old tree stump and miss must of
Speaker 1: all happened in a second, just as I found the
Speaker 1: breath to say, mum, look, but of course there was
Speaker 1: nothing to see but a tree stump. I felt really
Speaker 1: stupid then, so I must have something, you know, non consequential.
Speaker 1: As we walked past, I was almost panicking, trying to
Speaker 1: make sense of what I've just witnessed. I was quite shaker.
Speaker 1: It was a breathtaking experience. It seemed so silly, and
Speaker 1: I felt so silly that I didn't tell anyone what
Speaker 1: I've just seen. Yeah, I really believe that Ey'd witnessed
Speaker 1: a spirit of nature or a gnome, you know, or
Speaker 1: something like that. But he also felt stupid, like a
Speaker 1: trick had been played on me and I'd fallen for it.
Speaker 1: I felt like the joke was on me, and the
Speaker 1: gnome was having a laugh about it. Like I say,
Speaker 1: it was about twelve to forty inches high. It looked
Speaker 1: like a gnome, I suppose. It was like he was
Speaker 1: dressed in all kinds of shades of like natural wood
Speaker 1: and leaf colors. He had this soft pointed heart that
Speaker 1: wasn't sticking up the point, kind of resting on his shoulder,
Speaker 1: like the brown jacket, brown trousers. The material looked shiny
Speaker 1: but not wet, just like shiny or leather. I think
Speaker 1: don't remember anything about shoes. I thought it was a
Speaker 1: fairer because it occurred in a natural environment. The being
Speaker 1: looked real and of this earth, but out of place
Speaker 1: in my reality. I didn't feel wholly or in awe.
Speaker 1: I felt confusion at what I was seeing and disbelief
Speaker 1: that it could be really there, a nature, spirit, a
Speaker 1: connection to beings on another sphere of existence, beings closer
Speaker 1: to the Earth than Oude. Another girl who wished to
Speaker 1: remain anonymous, had her own kind of feeling. She felt
Speaker 1: the same, and that was also in Cornwall, and she
Speaker 1: was with her family around two thousand. She said, I
Speaker 1: was excited I was going out for the day. I
Speaker 1: was buffling into a seat in the back of my
Speaker 1: Grandmad's car, waiting for my sister to join us. I
Speaker 1: watched a creature in the hedgerow side of the road,
Speaker 1: hovering around the blackberries. I pointed it out to my
Speaker 1: brother and my nan. We saw something, but they were
Speaker 1: further away. When my sister and grand had came out
Speaker 1: of the house, it went behind the tree, and I
Speaker 1: believe it was a fairer. It was about two inches
Speaker 1: in height. It had thin wings like a crane, and
Speaker 1: very slim upright body with two long legs and large feet.
Speaker 1: I did not see arms, but the creature had what
Speaker 1: looked like a raggedy skirt on it was orange brown
Speaker 1: in color. I was fascinated by insects as a child,
Speaker 1: still am now, but was unable to identify it in
Speaker 1: any book I found. I'm totally open to someone debunking
Speaker 1: my story and identifying it as a bug of some sort,
Speaker 1: bug or fairer gobbling her elf or any. The regional
Speaker 1: or historical names we give to the we folk doesn't
Speaker 1: change what they are. Some faye can be smaller than that,
Speaker 1: and others as tallish giants. The fairy in its modern
Speaker 1: sense is just a marketing ploy. The fay have to
Speaker 1: be kept at arm's length until you know they're intent.
Speaker 1: Never accept food or drink from them, or accept their
Speaker 1: offer of lodgings. You find yourself lost in their time
Speaker 1: and realm, never to be seen again in the human
Speaker 1: farm for a very long time, if ever. In August
Speaker 1: from nineteen oh nine, a woman in Donnegau and McIntyre
Speaker 1: apply for a pension, and she told the pension Commission
Speaker 1: that although she did not know the number of her years,
Speaker 1: she remembered being stolen by the wee people on Halloween
Speaker 1: night in eighteen thirty nine, where she's certain of this,
Speaker 1: asked the coat, and she said, yeah, my good. Look.
Speaker 1: My brother happened to be coming home from Cardonna that night,
Speaker 1: and he heard the fairies singing and saw them dancing
Speaker 1: around me in the woods at Carrakeel with him, and
Speaker 1: he threw it in amongst them and they ran away.
Speaker 1: The applicant added that the people celebrated the event by
Speaker 1: great feasting and drinking when I came home, and the
Speaker 1: committee decided to grant her a pension. Good on your Annie,
Speaker 1: the fair tale to tell with a fitting end. Now,
Speaker 1: in my last case tonight, I want to share a
Speaker 1: report that was left as a comment on a post
Speaker 1: made in our Facebook group when I shared some of
Speaker 1: the fairy experiences in there this week. This is the
Speaker 1: case of the Camberly fairies. Our witness said, I've seen
Speaker 1: a couple of fairies one set around midnight at my
Speaker 1: old house. I saw one on an area of grass
Speaker 1: at the front end of the oak trees, a ball
Speaker 1: of golden light with a little figure inside. Twelve years
Speaker 1: ago our current home, I was again in the back
Speaker 1: garden after midnight. I sat outside watching the stars. The
Speaker 1: beautifully blue ball of light came zipping past me. Wasn't
Speaker 1: very big outside of a tennis ball, and I could
Speaker 1: see a little figure inside it. It flitted around, zipped
Speaker 1: in and out of sight. I've not seen anything like
Speaker 1: that since. Both events happened in Camberley in Surrey, and
Speaker 1: the first was at our old house under the oak
Speaker 1: trees at the front of the house. I would have
Speaker 1: been twenty ten and it was summertime and I can't
Speaker 1: remember the month. The other interesting thing was that one
Speaker 1: is that there was a fox fairly close by watching
Speaker 1: the ball of light two, so he could see it.
Speaker 1: It was close to the ground, kind of grass height,
Speaker 1: and a little figure could clearly be seen. I could
Speaker 1: see wings. Two. We had an old fashioned street lamp
Speaker 1: outside the front of the house, so the area wasn't dark,
Speaker 1: and it flitted along close to the ground and I
Speaker 1: watched it for a couple of minutes before it zipped off.
Speaker 1: The second event happened in our current house and the
Speaker 1: beautiful blue light would have been around twenty twelve. It
Speaker 1: was dark in the back garden and I sat watching
Speaker 1: the stars and the deck in facing the grass. I
Speaker 1: remember it being early summer, after midnight, and suddenly this
Speaker 1: blue ball of light as it passed me ahead high,
Speaker 1: and it was going so fast, and there was a
Speaker 1: trail of blue behind it. One was bigger than the
Speaker 1: orange one that i'd see. It started a few feet away,
Speaker 1: still at head high, and that's when I saw a
Speaker 1: little figure with wings inside it. I got the impression
Speaker 1: it was checking me out for a few seconds before
Speaker 1: it started flitting around, still at head high, and then
Speaker 1: it zipped across the garden at speed to the front
Speaker 1: of the house and out of sight. That's the last
Speaker 1: sighting iPad. I don't know if this was related, as
Speaker 1: I've heard that they can play tricks and pinch you belong.
Speaker 1: Ever since been in this house, I've had several items
Speaker 1: of jewelry just vanish, never to be seen again. One
Speaker 1: of them is a sapphire ring, which I'm not happy about.
Speaker 1: When my daughter lived at home, she was leaning over
Speaker 1: the sofa. One of her roo peerings fell out and
Speaker 1: it bounced on to the sofa seat and disappeared before
Speaker 1: her very eyes. Who couldn't believe it again, never been
Speaker 1: seen again. It's only jewelry and the shiny things that
Speaker 1: have gone missing, and they never reappear. Of course, it
Speaker 1: could be a mischievous spirit, but I have not ruled
Speaker 1: out the Fay. Given my fightings, I wouldn't rule out
Speaker 1: the Faye either. The amount of drink it's hard lost
Speaker 1: over the years could probably fund my retirement. One that
Speaker 1: stood out to me the most. It was a tiny
Speaker 1: gold ballet slipper and a charm brace that I had
Speaker 1: since I was eighteen, and suddenly it was just no
Speaker 1: longer there. One day I should explain that the charm
Speaker 1: brass is a family heirloom and each chart is welded
Speaker 1: on side. There is no way it could have just
Speaker 1: popped off. Besides, it was in my jewelry box and
Speaker 1: I didn't worry it for a while, and it's a
Speaker 1: bit too clunker. Now. There were charms on the bracelet
Speaker 1: a lot thicker and heavier and worth far more. So
Speaker 1: I reeled that as beef as they'd probably just take
Speaker 1: the whole box, aren't they not? Just one timey charm.
Speaker 1: I hope whoever desired it it loves it as much
Speaker 1: as I did, and in the scheme of things, didn't
Speaker 1: feel the loss, just the mystery. So the next time
Speaker 1: someone tells you their fairy story, you may want to
Speaker 1: take notes. It just might come in handy later down
Speaker 1: the line. Now I have included all of the links
Speaker 1: use tonight in the description below, along with the link
Speaker 1: to thebr case Files website, and you can check out
Speaker 1: a lot of my content there. Once again, it's been
Speaker 1: wonderful to spend some time with you, and I will
Speaker 1: be back at the same time the same day next week.
Speaker 1: Good Night everyone,