Modern Day Fairy Encounters

the UK who have had encounters with the faith. The little folk, you know, the we devils, imps, sprites and pixies who play tricks high things, of course our manner, have come fabulation with their antics often portrayed in today's geisters think about like you know, with fluttering wings and a penchant for plants and flowers. They can also be dark, dangerous and can lead many a traveler off a safe

path and into the world of the glimmer. The tales that I'm sharing tonight are modern and some you will not have heard of before. In some of the cases, I've resourced them from the web, so I've added a link to all of them in the description below. I have added reports from all four corners in the UK and for all of the names will change with the region for purposes of ease, and will refer to them as the Fay, although each country here does have their

own name for them. First, I'd like to start with the case that happened to my very good friend Deb Singleton that she shared with me several years ago, and you can find the report in her book Strange Things. Deb said several years ago, I had a strange experience in my bedroom my home. Like then, I had a crystal ball nightlight. The ball was made from heavy clay glass and it was filled with air bubbles all shapes and sizes, and it was about the size of a

large breakthrough. It sat on top of a small machine that projected colored lights up through the ball. It also had a function which enabled you to listen to such things as birds, sound, rainfall, or the ocean, which I never used. I used the lamp as a nightlight and I just loved looking at it as I was settling down ready for sleep before turning it off. One night,

I was looking at the bubbles within the ball. I was getting ready to switch it off when I saw what I can only describe as a fairy sitting on top of the ball. Propped back on her hands and she was swinging the legs idly. I was amazed to see her. She had a beautiful, smiling face, long blonde hair, and she was wearing a long, floaty white dress. She was around the third side of a barbie dog. I just laid there staring at her, totally transfixed, hardly daring

to breathe. She didn't appear to have noticed me. They didn't move in case I scared her off. As I looked at her, I noticed movement at the far side of the ball, and suddenly a male of the same size appeared. He placed his hands far apart on the ball and bent slightly forward, and he peered around as if he was looking for somebody, maybe the female. I was blown away. I in and Burtley squealed, and they both jumped in shock and disappeared. It was so sad

that it startled them. It was just a reflex action that caused me to squeal. It never appeared again, well not while I was awake. Anyway. What an amazing experience and one that I am jealous of. I would love to see the fae, especially if they were tiny, you know, and beautiful to look at. It must have been magical dead lived in Yorkshire when this experience happened, and there are reports like this in every county in the UK.

In a wonderful block called the Emerald Iole, there is a vast cattalog from Island that covers not only the reports of people who see the Fay, but also has a lot of information on fairy law, what to do, what not to do, you know, and it explained some of the ancient superstitions around them. I have had an interest in the old connection between the fay, earth energy and our natural plant life, you know, as each planet, bush and tree is utilized by them and also has

its own energy. One story that I love anything to do with the half lawn fairy legends. Now let me explain. The Hawthorne is often associated with the realm called the alter world or the fairy world, home not just to the Fay, but also mythical creatures or mental spry, satyrs and paths. It was believed that the Hawthorn acts as a doorway between our world and the mystical realm. Legend has it that fairies reside within the Hawthorne and disturbing

them can bring about some serious consequences. Hence it's known as the Fairy Tree. One tailor is called beware the Wrath if you build on their path, and it can be found in the blog The Emerald. Though. There was once a farmer in County Kera who had built a little cottage for himself and his wife. But the thatched roof was in a terrible state of disrepair and unlikely

to last another winter. Unlike the stonehouses and cottages in the West, Kerry cottages were less sturder, and so he knew we had to build himself another place to live. He searched through the plot of land he was renting and until he came upon a likely spot, and he gathered the neighbors to help with raising his new house. And was you know the way back when people helped, didn't They? They came, and soon the house was almost done, so they stopped to take a mite to eat and

have a drink. It happened that an old man was passing by, and he paused to survey the work. Shaking his head, he proclaimed that nobody he stayed in that house would get a full night's sleep, and he made off before he could be questioned about such an outlandish statement. That very night, the farmer and his wife were settled down fast asleep, and just after midnight they were awakened by a terrible battering and rattling sound, as though the cupboard had come down from the wall and the table

was dancing around in the kitchen. Scrambling out of bed, he looked at the door to find everything looked the same as it had before, nothing had moved. So shaken he went back to bed. Well. Twice more that night the same thing happened, so the couple got no rest at all. The next night he was ready and he wore his clothing bed, and sure enough, when the racket began again, he sprang out and grabbed his stick, went to the front door and back door, hoping to catch

the blackguards who were battering on his walls. Look, not a soul was in sight, only the silent darkness of the countryside. Even while his crockery toppled from the shelf, he saw nothing. He was at his wits end, but his wife suggested they should have gone talk to the priest, a man with a fearsome reputation, and if he wouldn't do it, she would, And so she did, bringing the

priest back with her. The next day, the priest arrived at a mass in the house, so their husband and wife went to sleep that night with an air of cautious optimism. There was no avail for again. The whole house shut and rocked. Night after night. It went on until the farmer was in a wretched state. But he had to bring his cattle to market, where he'd have been out on his ear. So the next day he pulled himself slowly to the nearest town and managed eventually

to sell a few head of cattle. He decided he stop off at the pub for the rest on his way back, But no sooner had he ordered his pine, he saw the same old man you'd made the odd comment while the house was being built. Quick as a flash, he went out the door of that pope, and he asked the old man why he'd said that they would never sleep in the house in peace. And the old man took in his appearance and said, you look like a man who hasn't been getting much sleep. But I'll

tell you what. Finish up your pipe there and will take a look at your house. And so he did, and the farmer told him everything that had happened. They went back to the farmhouse and the old man stood at the back door pointing outwards. What is that that you see, he said. Why, it's a white thorn tree, said the farmer, and then the old man repeated that at the front door. What do you see another white thorn tree? Said the father. What did you expect, said

the old man. You built your house between two hoarfs, arms each split into three bushes from the one trunk that it's well known that the fairies will troop between two trees, and they've been doing so since the land itself was young. You've built your house or a fairy path, and that commotion that you hear nightly, it's nothing but the fairies trying to get through your house and running into the wall. Well, what can you do about it,

asked the farmer. He said, well, what you must do is leave your front door open when nightfalls, and the back door as well, so that the fairies can pass through without hindrance. If you do this, the fairies won't trouble you again. So, taking the old man advice, and the farmer left the front and back doors open in his house every night and never again because he bothered by the fairies, and to this day the doors of that house will never quite close fuller, and that door

can be found in the home even now. Now I know hawthorn as a bread and cheese plant, as parts of it can be eaten all year round. The young leaves are lovely. It takes a bit light like hazels or cobnuts. There are hawthorns in England that are around six hundred year old. It's a plant that needs very little care and it can grow on the worst of soils. Its medicinal properties are extensive, so it's no wonder The

hawthorn is known as the guarded tree now. In nineteen ninety nine work was interrupted on the main road from Limerick to Galway because a fairy tree stood in its path. The road had to be re rooted and construction was delayed by ten years. In County Tyrone in two thousand and nine, a hawthorn tree was cut down and locals reported numerous sightings of a ghost that had been bottled beneath it. One told a reporter from the Belfast Telegraph

that it was a common thing round here. The local priests would have come round exercised a place and put the spirit in a bottle, and then that tree would have been planted on top of that bottle in the ground, and now they've cut that tree down. Now there's also a connection between Hawthorne and the fairy lights some people report seeing. And the next case seems to prove that when fairies call your name. Now there's always seemed to be a sense of magic to our garden, said this witness.

I'm looking to own five acres of land. And it was a few days before Halloween in twenty ten when I had my first experience with what I believed to be the fair I remember a bright full moon of white light and that was beaming through my bedroom window. It was remarkably bright, and I had troubled them to sleep. When I realized I hadn't even closed the blinds, a sleepily went to close them before I gazed upon a luminous garden, lawn and flower beds, and suddenly I noticed

four soft lights leading into our woods entrance. They weren't moving as such yet they grew bigger and brighter and more easier to see. The center light seemed to be the brightest. They were white, yellow, and light pink. All of which were ordered in a small line. I wondered whether they were light reflections, and before I realized that reflection light isn't bright, glowing, yellow or pink. I also

considered the fireflies, yet they're not native here. I watched them for about half an hour until I went to check at the time, came back finding them gone. The next day, I decided to go outside and visit the area where I'd seen the lights, mysteriously finding a fresh bunch of mushrooms where the lights had been, and it finally clicked fairies. As I walked away past the hawthornhead, I swear I heard a very playful voice whispered my name. Now. I took a report in the nineteen nineties. I didn't

take it in the nineteen nineties. I took it about three years ago. And it happened in the nineteen nineties. And it happened in an area called Heally Dell, which is kind of Rochdale Way Oldham Way now at Heely Dell, there is the legend of the Healy Dwarf and that is represented by standing stone in the middle of the river at the waterfall. And it said that the dwarf covacid with fairies there and told them he never wanted

to leave, so there he still sits. The dwarf was said to be the size of a small child with a huge ginger beard. He was always dressed in green and brown, with check trousers and white shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Visiting the area was a treat for me, and I can attest to just how magical lows Woods were. Our witness is named Sam, and he said the story I'm about to relate, and sometimes in my late teens, in the late nineties, it was dusk, a friend and

I had been walking on the hills. We descended into the woodlands of Healy Dell, an ancient woodland now a nature reserve near Rochdale and Lancashire. As we walked deeper into a remote part of the woods, we became aware of a strange atmosphere, the kind of weird mist in the air. It was like stepping into something from a film. Everything seemed to take on a feeling of surreal a stage set reality felt fake in some way. This derealization,

you know, is something of experience during other paranormal events. Strange, you know, but it feels familiar. Both me and my friend went into a strange, playful move. We both explored the woods like you would as a child, dreamy, almost intoxicated, going one way and I was going the other. Became

aware the sound of voices, like children's voices. They seemed happy and cheek I followed the sound, concentrating on it until I came to a stream, and it was then I realized the sound of the voices was coming from the stream itself. I listened intently for a moment entranced by the way the babbling of the water and the sound was kind of playful. After a short time, I called my friend, who was some meters away, enthusiastically but in a hushed tone, telling him to listen to the river.

We bolt knelt down, quietly, paying attention to the sound. Before I had time to ask him what he made of it, we both got sight of something on the other side of the stream. This part of the story is hard to describe. We both silently watched as a group of lights, maybe seven in total, danced around before us on the other side of the stream. The lights were animated, seemed strangely intelligent, dancing around and interacting with each other. Had the distinct feeling they could see us,

and they wanted us to see them. There was a feeling of communication between us. I hesitate to call them fairies, as they had no distinct features. They looked like orbs of light, and then moved in a way reminiscent of a group of animals. The whole atmosphere was dreamlike and surreal. We seemed to be in some sort of trance. We watched the lights in stunned silence for and indeterminate amount of time, and eventually I became unnerved and I said

we should leave. I had half remembered local tales of fairies taking people away. I thought it was best to go out of them. Although looking back, there seemed nothing benevolent about the encounter and the folk tales I'd heard. It never struck me as frightening, but it was still very unnervoy. We retreated, mind our way back up the bank of the tree line and into the fading light the evening. The strange, intoxicating feeling lifted as quickly as

it had come on. We sat on the hillside, exchanging only a few words in a kind of bewildered, sharp as we sat there in that state, a white feather drifted down beautifully from side to side before our eyes. Eventually, and then it landed softly on my friend's knee. It so totally absorbed our attention that we were again in a kind of trance, a stunned catatonia, reality seen somehow fake or like a play was happening of some kind. We related our story to friends the next day, and

a group of us went back to the spot. The atmosphere I felt normal, mundane, There's nothing strange about it at all. It seemed quite absurd. An enthusiastic friend even brought a camera along. Before and since I experience. I've had many mystical and paranormal events, some of which have been utterly live changing, but this one seems relevant to shardev over the past few years, and I've taken to going back there, you know, and go to the same

spot around Christmas time to recognize the event. We sort of become a ritual giving thanks for such a strange and beguiling encounter, whatever it was, And that's my story tis most true and faithful. The question has to be asked, were those lights trying to lower some away Neally Dell is almost like a ravine, and it's very steep sided the embankments and rocky ledges and not easy to climb.

There's also heavy spray and miss from the waterfalls along its stretch because the River Spodden runs through, and it's a beautiful and atmospheric place. Not only will the Fai lead you away and into danger, they may also shade their image or change their appearance to something inviting and nice, only to switch on you in an instant, showing its real a gender and fear. Now there's a case it's written in the fairy Farroom that seems to feature this

kind of activity. The person there said, I've seen this creature several times now, but it has fully shown itself twice to me. The first time was when I was getting out of the shower. He had at least six rounds of teeth and it was no taller than four feet. But it reminds me of that creature, the precious, the thinking Lord of the Rings. I don't know what that is. The only thing different between that and what I saw

is its teeth. The second time I saw him, I was trying to talk to her young female health before she could speak to me. The thing took her place and bared its teeth. Does anyone have any idea what this thing could be? It concerns me. The little girl Elf was trying to speak to me, you know, maybe getting harmed, and I would like to help her. We do have a lot of uncly around here, but I've never seen this. Now I had to look that up.

Uncly fay normally reported in Scotland scottage folklore. It's not a good idea to cross them, and that is still taken seriously to this day. Controversial fish farm plans were rejected after campaigners worn fishermen could be lowed to their desks by fairies in the deepest part of the ocean. Ancient folklore was cited as a reason for planners to turn down the application. Pharm One man had a frightening encounter with a set of shadow stealing fay close to

the Crystal Mountain at Shalen. He shared his experience in a film featuring modern daily reports of the fay and he said, this is a rare modern fairy description from the edges of Persia. This event took place at the base of Shahelion, the fairy Hill and the count is from a modern fairy documentary, The Fairy Face, that I took part in many years ago. Now, he said, I was visiting the bogs at the bottom of Shahellion at

the time. It was just as I was sitting down watching the beautiful views, around five pm in the evening. As I sat in drifted the mist and a small amount of dew in tiny rain drops was all around me. You could see a rainbow within the mist. I think it was a privileged to be there whilst this display was going on. I was watching the stream, listening to its rhythm, how it flowed in an almost musical way. I felt almost in rapture at the beauty of it all, and noticed movement on my left on what I can

only describe as a little fellow was standing there. He was around four feet in high, and to my disbelief, he had hold at the top of my shadow and he held the scissors at the head part and he was trying to roll it up as he would roll the newspaper. He was around forty yards away from me and we locked eyes. And at this point I saw a similar, smaller female figure down at my feet, and she was trying to cut out my shadow with a

pair of shares. I couldn't believe my eyes with instincts, I said, oh, very loudly, at which point they both looked at each other and vanished gone. And I was left with a feeling of astonishment. And to be honest, I thought, your cheek, you eat bastards. I wasn't frightened or scared. I was more astonished at the cheek of them. They reminded me of the bog people, you know legend. They were filth, the dirty, struggly hair, and they were covered with cruel small buckskin, like a shammy cloth of

some kind, which in itself was monkey with filth. The dirt was very ingrained on the cloth and on the figures themselves, as if they'd come out of the bog itself. Now there is a legend at the very hill of the vanishing children, and it's told that it was said by the villagers in the nearby town of averyfel day that we folk controls inhabited a cave below the waterfall there. Animals that wandered up that way were never seen again,

and children were forbidden to go there. Of course, when she'd forbidden her child to go anywhere, and that's where they're going to go. And they did and disappeared, which isn't the end of the tale, but only the beginning of a mystifying storer. The children were found on a regular basis near lot Ranick, on the other side of Mount Jahallion. Tradesmen traveling between Ranik and Overfelder would restore

these missing children to the families. No one could explain how they turned up so far away and in such short time. The children themselves remembered nothing, and so they all said early on. The conclusion was that the fairies carried them there, you know, that the little people load the children away. Later, tunnels were found leading from the back of the cave that we rocked to parts unknown. No one care here to follow them to the end, but it was speculated that they might extend for miles.

Some people began to discount the fairy and the trolls theory, you know. Even so, barring the eye of magic, there was no logical way the children could have traveled so far and so fast on foot, not any explanation why they didn't get lost and starving the mild of catacombs. Eventually, the cave at weem Rock collapsed, some say with a

significant amount of help from the townspeople. Now, if the Irish and Scottish reports to the Fay I've shared tonight are not scary enough, and I'd like to introduce you to the Welsh fe with Willigon now. These fairies are typically described as tall, shadowy figures with long care, often wearing tattered clothing that blends in with the rocky terrain. They are known for their eerie whales, which can be heard echoing during the mountains, but for their description. Their

actions are often seen to be kind. Often, lost travelers would be brought to safety and accompanied by the Welsh Fay, only to vanish when reaching a place of safety. But there is another Welsh fae that's not something you want to run into when you're lost on a lonely mountain top. The Curious Fluid blog shared a report of the elf dances of Koiklin, and this account comes from Elias Owens.

Elias said, on a fine summer day, between me hours of twelve noon and one, my eldest sister and myself and our neighbour's children, Barbara and Ann Evans, both older than myself, were in a field called Koi Kalik near their house. We were all instantly engaged at play by a head under a tree not far from the site. Next to that was the house, when one of us observed in the middle of the field company of what Shellek call them, being really and the men, women, no children,

and they were dancing with great briskness. They were in full view, less than one hundred yards from us, consisting of about seven or eight couples. We could not well reckon them, owing to the briskness of the motions and the consternation with which we were struck at the sight

of them, which is so unusual. They were all clothing red, a dress not unlike a military uniform, without hats, but their heads were tied with handkerchiefs of a reddish color and a sprint or a spotted with yellow, all uniform in this and in an habit, all tied behind, with the corners hanging down their backs, and white handkerchiefs in their hands, had loose by the corners. They appeared to be the size of somewhat less than our own, but

they were more like dwarfs than children. On the first discovery, you know, there's no small dreads to question one another as to what they could be. And there were no soldiers in the country, nor was it time, you know, for the may dancers. And as they differed much from all the human beings we'd ever seen before, we didn't

know what they were. So we were alarmed, and we dropped our play left and made for the style, still keeping our eyes upon them, and we observed one of them starting from the rest and making towards us at a running pace. I, being the youngest, was the last at the style, and through share luck, with an inexpressible panic. So the grim elf just at my heels, having a full and clear grab at me, you know, the terrific view of him with his ancient swathy and grim complexion.

I screamed. I screamed out exceedingly. My sister also and our companions set up a roar, and the farmer dragged me with a violence over that style. With palpitating hearts and loud cries. We ran towards the house, alarmed the family and told them of what had happened. The men instantly left their dinner, you know, and went outside, but there was nothing there to find now, no podcast or article on fairies would be complete without the mention of

the Fairy Census. I didn't get that report from there. I got off another blog. But that must have been absolutely terrifying for the children. But if you look up the Fairy Sensors, she can report your own account there. And also there is a huge amount of other information on there. Now we can't talk about fairies, that pixes are empty in the UK without speaking about Cornwall. And this report came from the Fairy Census and it's called the Cornish no And this lady said, I was on

holiday in Cornwall and my family. I think it was about I was thirteen, so a while ago we'd been on holiday in Cornwall and I joked about the little people who lived in the tin mines. I think we'd also bought some souvenir Cornish piscikres in the past. Now, the first proper day of our holiday, went for a walk a close sunny day. It was really rural. I remember we were walking down a grassy track with large banks of wild hedges running alongside. Could have been somewhere

near paul Perow, I'm not sure. I was walking a few steps ahead of my mum and sisters, excited about having a whole week off when I saw a gnome sitting on the side of the path. He was so unexpected, I think I remember feeling scared or wondering if I was seeing things are going mad. I took another couple of steps and I saw his nut brown, wizened face

in detail. He was chiefly grinning at me. He had a mossy brown beard, dark brown, shining eyes, and he was wearing a peaked hat I think it was brown, and a shiny jacket and trousers in shades of brown and ocha. I'd say he was about twelve to fourteen inches tall. I literally could not believe my eyes. I was even too amazed and dumbstruckted that tear, I think to turn around and tell my family to look at

the gnome. And the nome caught his head again, cheekily turned his back on me and kind of changed melted transmokratified into an old tree stump and miss must of all happened in a second, just as I found the breath to say, mum, look, but of course there was nothing to see but a tree stump. I felt really stupid then, so I must have something, you know, non consequential. As we walked past, I was almost panicking, trying to make sense of what I've just witnessed. I was quite shaker.

It was a breathtaking experience. It seemed so silly, and I felt so silly that I didn't tell anyone what I've just seen. Yeah, I really believe that Ey'd witnessed a spirit of nature or a gnome, you know, or something like that. But he also felt stupid, like a trick had been played on me and I'd fallen for it. I felt like the joke was on me, and the gnome was having a laugh about it. Like I say, it was about twelve to forty inches high. It looked

like a gnome, I suppose. It was like he was dressed in all kinds of shades of like natural wood and leaf colors. He had this soft pointed heart that wasn't sticking up the point, kind of resting on his shoulder, like the brown jacket, brown trousers. The material looked shiny but not wet, just like shiny or leather. I think don't remember anything about shoes. I thought it was a fairer because it occurred in a natural environment. The being looked real and of this earth, but out of place

in my reality. I didn't feel wholly or in awe. I felt confusion at what I was seeing and disbelief that it could be really there, a nature, spirit, a connection to beings on another sphere of existence, beings closer to the Earth than Oude. Another girl who wished to remain anonymous, had her own kind of feeling. She felt the same, and that was also in Cornwall, and she was with her family around two thousand. She said, I

was excited I was going out for the day. I was buffling into a seat in the back of my Grandmad's car, waiting for my sister to join us. I watched a creature in the hedgerow side of the road, hovering around the blackberries. I pointed it out to my brother and my nan. We saw something, but they were further away. When my sister and grand had came out of the house, it went behind the tree, and I believe it was a fairer. It was about two inches

in height. It had thin wings like a crane, and very slim upright body with two long legs and large feet. I did not see arms, but the creature had what looked like a raggedy skirt on it was orange brown in color. I was fascinated by insects as a child, still am now, but was unable to identify it in any book I found. I'm totally open to someone debunking my story and identifying it as a bug of some sort,

bug or fairer gobbling her elf or any. The regional or historical names we give to the we folk doesn't change what they are. Some faye can be smaller than that, and others as tallish giants. The fairy in its modern sense is just a marketing ploy. The fay have to be kept at arm's length until you know they're intent. Never accept food or drink from them, or accept their offer of lodgings. You find yourself lost in their time and realm, never to be seen again in the human

farm for a very long time, if ever. In August from nineteen oh nine, a woman in Donnegau and McIntyre apply for a pension, and she told the pension Commission that although she did not know the number of her years, she remembered being stolen by the wee people on Halloween night in eighteen thirty nine, where she's certain of this, asked the coat, and she said, yeah, my good. Look.

My brother happened to be coming home from Cardonna that night, and he heard the fairies singing and saw them dancing around me in the woods at Carrakeel with him, and he threw it in amongst them and they ran away. The applicant added that the people celebrated the event by great feasting and drinking when I came home, and the committee decided to grant her a pension. Good on your Annie,

the fair tale to tell with a fitting end. Now, in my last case tonight, I want to share a report that was left as a comment on a post made in our Facebook group when I shared some of the fairy experiences in there this week. This is the case of the Camberly fairies. Our witness said, I've seen a couple of fairies one set around midnight at my old house. I saw one on an area of grass at the front end of the oak trees, a ball

of golden light with a little figure inside. Twelve years ago our current home, I was again in the back garden after midnight. I sat outside watching the stars. The beautifully blue ball of light came zipping past me. Wasn't very big outside of a tennis ball, and I could see a little figure inside it. It flitted around, zipped in and out of sight. I've not seen anything like that since. Both events happened in Camberley in Surrey, and the first was at our old house under the oak

trees at the front of the house. I would have been twenty ten and it was summertime and I can't remember the month. The other interesting thing was that one is that there was a fox fairly close by watching the ball of light two, so he could see it. It was close to the ground, kind of grass height, and a little figure could clearly be seen. I could

see wings. Two. We had an old fashioned street lamp outside the front of the house, so the area wasn't dark, and it flitted along close to the ground and I watched it for a couple of minutes before it zipped off. The second event happened in our current house and the beautiful blue light would have been around twenty twelve. It was dark in the back garden and I sat watching

the stars and the deck in facing the grass. I remember it being early summer, after midnight, and suddenly this blue ball of light as it passed me ahead high, and it was going so fast, and there was a trail of blue behind it. One was bigger than the orange one that i'd see. It started a few feet away, still at head high, and that's when I saw a

little figure with wings inside it. I got the impression it was checking me out for a few seconds before it started flitting around, still at head high, and then it zipped across the garden at speed to the front of the house and out of sight. That's the last sighting iPad. I don't know if this was related, as I've heard that they can play tricks and pinch you belong. Ever since been in this house, I've had several items

of jewelry just vanish, never to be seen again. One of them is a sapphire ring, which I'm not happy about. When my daughter lived at home, she was leaning over the sofa. One of her roo peerings fell out and it bounced on to the sofa seat and disappeared before her very eyes. Who couldn't believe it again, never been seen again. It's only jewelry and the shiny things that have gone missing, and they never reappear. Of course, it could be a mischievous spirit, but I have not ruled

out the Fay. Given my fightings, I wouldn't rule out the Faye either. The amount of drink it's hard lost over the years could probably fund my retirement. One that stood out to me the most. It was a tiny gold ballet slipper and a charm brace that I had since I was eighteen, and suddenly it was just no longer there. One day I should explain that the charm brass is a family heirloom and each chart is welded on side. There is no way it could have just

popped off. Besides, it was in my jewelry box and I didn't worry it for a while, and it's a bit too clunker. Now. There were charms on the bracelet a lot thicker and heavier and worth far more. So I reeled that as beef as they'd probably just take the whole box, aren't they not? Just one timey charm. I hope whoever desired it it loves it as much as I did, and in the scheme of things, didn't feel the loss, just the mystery. So the next time someone tells you their fairy story, you may want to

take notes. It just might come in handy later down the line. Now I have included all of the links use tonight in the description below, along with the link to thebr case Files website, and you can check out a lot of my content there. Once again, it's been wonderful to spend some time with you, and I will be back at the same time the same day next week. Good Night everyone,