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Not about stick people, but comments by posters are similar to my own suspicions, re: our possibly transposing recognisable features on these creatures or whatever they are.
Twenty years ago I returned home to an empty house at approx. 9.30 p.m. I'd just returned from a week away and I'd slept all through the flight and drive home from the airport. So I was well rested. After turning on the lights, making a cup of tea, turning on the TV etc., I decided to unpack my suitcase. Intended to take a shower and spend the evening reading, watching TV, etc.
Went into my bedroom, slid back the sliding door to the built-in wardrobe and commenced hanging up some clothes. Within seconds, I was overcome by sleepiness to the point I staggered backwards and lay full length on the bed, shoes and all. Last I saw was the ceiling light, which seemed incredibly bright. As I sank into an unconscious void, I told myself I would just lie down for a few minutes before continuing my plans for the night.
Next thing I was aware of was the sound of several voices, all urging each other to hurry, hurry ! (I don't know if they were speaking English or even if they were speaking aloud. Can only report the way it seemed). It took a lot of effort to raise my head and look down to the foot of the bed, where the voices were. There were several small people, tugging on my legs. They were trying to pull me from the bed and into the open wardrobe. It didn't seem odd to me. I wasn't afraid. I looked at them briefly and told myself I was too big and heavy for them to move far. I decided it was safe for me to close my eyes for a few more minutes.
Then I looked up and the small people were standing around me, looking at me silently. They were not very tall; possibly only two or two and a half feet tall. There were males and females. They looked like 'gnomes' or 'dwarfs'. They were stocky. Their skin was very coarse and weathered, as if they spent a lot of time outdoors. They looked at me the way you stare unmoving and silent when a child starts waking up. On those occasions, you say nothing in the hope the child will drift off to sleep again. Well, that's the way they stared at me. They were not kindly, nor were they overtly hostile. They seemed to regard me as a 'nothing', as just a 'job' to them. They had absolutely no compassion or sympathy for me. They did not seem overly intelligent, but they were determined. They were joyless. They wanted me to just go to 'sleep' again, or whatever state it was that kept overwhelming me. At that point I must have become unconscious again. The odd part is, at that point, when they were gathered around me. I was reversed in position on the bed; my head was where my feet had been, moments earlier.
Some time later, I again heard their argumentative voices, urging each other to 'hurry !'. As before, it took a lot of effort to raise my head and open my eyes. When I did, I experienced a huge shock of adrenalin, because I could see that they'd managed to drag me a lot further from the bed. My legs were almost totally off the bed at this point. I grasped instantly that I had awoken just in time. A little bit more and gravity would have done the rest of their work for them and they would only have needed to steer my falling body into the open wardrobe.
Again, the scenario did not seem strange to me. Which is ridiculous. Nor was I afraid of the little people, which again is illogical. When I saw how far they'd managed to drag me from the bed, adrenalin shot through me. It flashed through my mind that it was my own fault for allowing my self to lie back down after the first time I'd woken up. I began kicking out at the little people and screaming at them. I still wasn't afraid of them at that point -- I was angry with them. They muttered and groaned amongst themselves. They realised I was not going to lie back down this time.
I jumped from the bed and into the middle of the room, which wasn't very large. The light in the room seemed incredibly bright. That's something I've always remembered.
From the middle of the room, I continued to yell at the dwarfs or whatever they were. They gave me resentful looks and then began walking into the open side of the built-in wardrobe ! It still didn't seem strange that they existed. They seemed to walk in and down an incline inside the wardrobe.
When they were gone, I remained in the centre of the room in the bright light for a few seconds. To that point I was not afraid, nor was I in a state of mind to question what had just occurred. Then I suspect my mind began to return to normal. I ran from the bedroom and into the living room. It was at approx. this juncture that I fell apart in every way. It was very sudden. I was just overcome with terror, shock, panic, hysteria. It was very acute. I couldn't breathe or think -- I was close to being 'out of my mind' with fear, but it had no real focus -- it was just a hideous terror. I was reduced to the level of a very small, terrified child, in the space of a few seconds.
I phoned a friend. Couldn't get my breath to speak properly and don't know what I said. He said he would come straight over. The fear continued to escalate. I doubt I would have been able to remember or say my own name by that point. I was blind with fear, but it wasn't focused on the little people -- it was just total fear.
The house was unbearable. I couldn't stand to be in there. All I wanted was to be with others, even strangers. I ran out and into the street. All the houses were dark, although there were a few cracks of light showing behind some of the houses' curtains. Because of the fear, I couldn't breathe or speak properly. I tried to call out, but my voice wouldn't work -- all I could do was make noises and sobs. I stayed there on the road until my friend drove up. He looked terrified when he walked towards me. I couldn't talk. He pushed me into the car and said he'd lock up my house for me. I watched him walk up the driveway. Moments later he reappeared. He'd left all the lights burning and the front door open. We drove to his place. Didn't speak all the way. He put me in a spare room and covered me with lots of blankets. I was freezing and couldn't get warm. Nor could I bear to be alone or in the dark. In the end he spent the night in a chair next to my bed, with the lights on.
My friend is logical, practical, sceptical. He would be the last person to ever take an interest (or even tolerate) Fortean topics, for example. Next day when I got up, I felt weak and dazed, very fragile, very unsure. My friend didn't want to discuss my experience. I realize now that he was probably scared. At the time, I thought he despised me and believed me to be insane or something. I wanted to tell someone about what had happened, so I told my friend some brief detail. I asked if he thought I'd gone crazy. He said he knew I wasn't. He said he didn't want to even speculate on what may or may not have occurred, other than to say he'd never seen anyone as scared out of their minds as I'd been when he found me. (We never discussed it again, although we continued to work together for a further 14 years).
He was in the perfect position to know I had been perfectly normal only an hour before I'd called him in hysterics, because he had travelled with me on the plane and the drive from the airport. We were colleagues and worked together. He knew I don't drink or take drugs, etc. I had been perfectly normal during the week long seminar and the plane flight and drive from the airport. We worked out that whatever had occurred (re: the little people) after I arrived home, had taken place within three quarters of an hour or less.
I sold the house not long afterwards. There had been several very strange 'otherworldly' occurrences there in the six years that I'd owned it, even though it was modern, new and appeared 'normal'. I suspect it was built over some odd land.
I never told anyone about my experience with the 'little people'; I was too embarrassed, it sounded too ridiculous. Ten years later, my daughter revealed that she had seen the 'dwarfs/gnomes' when she was small, and had been terrified of them. She told me they came out of the wardrobe -- the same one they'd tried to pull me into. She said she and her brother had even been terrified of the hallway that backed onto the wardrobe, when they were young. I asked why she'd never told me about all this. She said she'd known, even as a small child, that I would not believe her and would have told her it was 'all her imagination' or a 'dream'. She was right. That's exactly what I would have said.
I've since reached the conclusion that is the reason these creatures sometimes take the form of 'dwarfs' or 'gnomes' -- because no one believes in the existence of such creatures. Either that, or my mind 'saw' them as dwarfs, rather than acknowledge what they really were -- whatever that may have been.
I submitted this experience recently to a UFO magazine, here in Australia. Didn't know where else to send it. The publishers wrote to say they intended to print it the following month (they did). Incredibly, prior to printing, the UFO group received an urgent phone call from a woman in Melbourne (other end of Australia) to say she didn't know who to call and was terrified, because she and her adult daughter had watched several small creatures (described as 'like gnomes') darting around quickly inside the house ! The woman was near hysterical apparently -- thought she was going out of her mind. The UFO group people were stunned by the 'coincidence'.
I've never had any interest in 'gnomes/dwarfs' etc. Until my experience, if I thought of such creatures at all, it was in the context of 'fairy tales', 'old stories' etc. Has anyone had a remotely similar experience, involving 'dwarfs / gnomes' ?
Twenty years ago I returned home to an empty house at approx. 9.30 p.m. I'd just returned from a week away and I'd slept all through the flight and drive home from the airport. So I was well rested. After turning on the lights, making a cup of tea, turning on the TV etc., I decided to unpack my suitcase. Intended to take a shower and spend the evening reading, watching TV, etc.
Went into my bedroom, slid back the sliding door to the built-in wardrobe and commenced hanging up some clothes. Within seconds, I was overcome by sleepiness to the point I staggered backwards and lay full length on the bed, shoes and all. Last I saw was the ceiling light, which seemed incredibly bright. As I sank into an unconscious void, I told myself I would just lie down for a few minutes before continuing my plans for the night.
Next thing I was aware of was the sound of several voices, all urging each other to hurry, hurry ! (I don't know if they were speaking English or even if they were speaking aloud. Can only report the way it seemed). It took a lot of effort to raise my head and look down to the foot of the bed, where the voices were. There were several small people, tugging on my legs. They were trying to pull me from the bed and into the open wardrobe. It didn't seem odd to me. I wasn't afraid. I looked at them briefly and told myself I was too big and heavy for them to move far. I decided it was safe for me to close my eyes for a few more minutes.
Then I looked up and the small people were standing around me, looking at me silently. They were not very tall; possibly only two or two and a half feet tall. There were males and females. They looked like 'gnomes' or 'dwarfs'. They were stocky. Their skin was very coarse and weathered, as if they spent a lot of time outdoors. They looked at me the way you stare unmoving and silent when a child starts waking up. On those occasions, you say nothing in the hope the child will drift off to sleep again. Well, that's the way they stared at me. They were not kindly, nor were they overtly hostile. They seemed to regard me as a 'nothing', as just a 'job' to them. They had absolutely no compassion or sympathy for me. They did not seem overly intelligent, but they were determined. They were joyless. They wanted me to just go to 'sleep' again, or whatever state it was that kept overwhelming me. At that point I must have become unconscious again. The odd part is, at that point, when they were gathered around me. I was reversed in position on the bed; my head was where my feet had been, moments earlier.
Some time later, I again heard their argumentative voices, urging each other to 'hurry !'. As before, it took a lot of effort to raise my head and open my eyes. When I did, I experienced a huge shock of adrenalin, because I could see that they'd managed to drag me a lot further from the bed. My legs were almost totally off the bed at this point. I grasped instantly that I had awoken just in time. A little bit more and gravity would have done the rest of their work for them and they would only have needed to steer my falling body into the open wardrobe.
Again, the scenario did not seem strange to me. Which is ridiculous. Nor was I afraid of the little people, which again is illogical. When I saw how far they'd managed to drag me from the bed, adrenalin shot through me. It flashed through my mind that it was my own fault for allowing my self to lie back down after the first time I'd woken up. I began kicking out at the little people and screaming at them. I still wasn't afraid of them at that point -- I was angry with them. They muttered and groaned amongst themselves. They realised I was not going to lie back down this time.
I jumped from the bed and into the middle of the room, which wasn't very large. The light in the room seemed incredibly bright. That's something I've always remembered.
From the middle of the room, I continued to yell at the dwarfs or whatever they were. They gave me resentful looks and then began walking into the open side of the built-in wardrobe ! It still didn't seem strange that they existed. They seemed to walk in and down an incline inside the wardrobe.
When they were gone, I remained in the centre of the room in the bright light for a few seconds. To that point I was not afraid, nor was I in a state of mind to question what had just occurred. Then I suspect my mind began to return to normal. I ran from the bedroom and into the living room. It was at approx. this juncture that I fell apart in every way. It was very sudden. I was just overcome with terror, shock, panic, hysteria. It was very acute. I couldn't breathe or think -- I was close to being 'out of my mind' with fear, but it had no real focus -- it was just a hideous terror. I was reduced to the level of a very small, terrified child, in the space of a few seconds.
I phoned a friend. Couldn't get my breath to speak properly and don't know what I said. He said he would come straight over. The fear continued to escalate. I doubt I would have been able to remember or say my own name by that point. I was blind with fear, but it wasn't focused on the little people -- it was just total fear.
The house was unbearable. I couldn't stand to be in there. All I wanted was to be with others, even strangers. I ran out and into the street. All the houses were dark, although there were a few cracks of light showing behind some of the houses' curtains. Because of the fear, I couldn't breathe or speak properly. I tried to call out, but my voice wouldn't work -- all I could do was make noises and sobs. I stayed there on the road until my friend drove up. He looked terrified when he walked towards me. I couldn't talk. He pushed me into the car and said he'd lock up my house for me. I watched him walk up the driveway. Moments later he reappeared. He'd left all the lights burning and the front door open. We drove to his place. Didn't speak all the way. He put me in a spare room and covered me with lots of blankets. I was freezing and couldn't get warm. Nor could I bear to be alone or in the dark. In the end he spent the night in a chair next to my bed, with the lights on.
My friend is logical, practical, sceptical. He would be the last person to ever take an interest (or even tolerate) Fortean topics, for example. Next day when I got up, I felt weak and dazed, very fragile, very unsure. My friend didn't want to discuss my experience. I realize now that he was probably scared. At the time, I thought he despised me and believed me to be insane or something. I wanted to tell someone about what had happened, so I told my friend some brief detail. I asked if he thought I'd gone crazy. He said he knew I wasn't. He said he didn't want to even speculate on what may or may not have occurred, other than to say he'd never seen anyone as scared out of their minds as I'd been when he found me. (We never discussed it again, although we continued to work together for a further 14 years).
He was in the perfect position to know I had been perfectly normal only an hour before I'd called him in hysterics, because he had travelled with me on the plane and the drive from the airport. We were colleagues and worked together. He knew I don't drink or take drugs, etc. I had been perfectly normal during the week long seminar and the plane flight and drive from the airport. We worked out that whatever had occurred (re: the little people) after I arrived home, had taken place within three quarters of an hour or less.
I sold the house not long afterwards. There had been several very strange 'otherworldly' occurrences there in the six years that I'd owned it, even though it was modern, new and appeared 'normal'. I suspect it was built over some odd land.
I never told anyone about my experience with the 'little people'; I was too embarrassed, it sounded too ridiculous. Ten years later, my daughter revealed that she had seen the 'dwarfs/gnomes' when she was small, and had been terrified of them. She told me they came out of the wardrobe -- the same one they'd tried to pull me into. She said she and her brother had even been terrified of the hallway that backed onto the wardrobe, when they were young. I asked why she'd never told me about all this. She said she'd known, even as a small child, that I would not believe her and would have told her it was 'all her imagination' or a 'dream'. She was right. That's exactly what I would have said.
I've since reached the conclusion that is the reason these creatures sometimes take the form of 'dwarfs' or 'gnomes' -- because no one believes in the existence of such creatures. Either that, or my mind 'saw' them as dwarfs, rather than acknowledge what they really were -- whatever that may have been.
I submitted this experience recently to a UFO magazine, here in Australia. Didn't know where else to send it. The publishers wrote to say they intended to print it the following month (they did). Incredibly, prior to printing, the UFO group received an urgent phone call from a woman in Melbourne (other end of Australia) to say she didn't know who to call and was terrified, because she and her adult daughter had watched several small creatures (described as 'like gnomes') darting around quickly inside the house ! The woman was near hysterical apparently -- thought she was going out of her mind. The UFO group people were stunned by the 'coincidence'.
I've never had any interest in 'gnomes/dwarfs' etc. Until my experience, if I thought of such creatures at all, it was in the context of 'fairy tales', 'old stories' etc. Has anyone had a remotely similar experience, involving 'dwarfs / gnomes' ?