Cautionary Tale

[potato_head]

So thinking about faeries again, there hasn't been much happening along those lines around here, but I realized there are parts of my earlier experiences that I haven't much gone into depth on so I thought y'all might like that? I mentioned it a few times way back when I first started talking about this stuff in ontdcreepy, but I don't think I ever really told it all.

I would like to preface this with a reminder that I don't do very smart things sometimes, and in many cases you really should not imitate me.

So - this actually happened the year that I almost got ate by tree. That happened in the fall, this happened in the summer leading up to that fall. This was also before I knew much about faeries, and was, I think, probably one of my first encounters with them.

At the beginning of the summer, I was bored. Booooored. This was in high school. I had no friends and spent most of my time playing Neopets. So I decided to make things EXCITING.

There's this tree, out in the woods, that has a sort of hollow under it. Looks like the dirt washed out from under the roots, and it has a little 'lawn' of moss. I had a gargoyle statue (some kind of plaster...it was cheap). I put the gargoyle in the hollow, and basically declared it an altar to anything that felt like settling in there.

That was a really bad idea guys, don't do this ok? xD; o lord

Anyways - I went out to visit the altar often. I don't think I ever left anything in the way of actual offerings, just left the gargoyle there; I was starting to realize how stupid I was and was getting apprehensive. I could tell that there was something there; there was a feeling of being watched when I approached the tree, and all through the woods. It made me nervous, but I can tap into the naturally submissive side of myself very easily (great for helping me chill out in medical situations) and so that calmness sort of soothed the natural discomfort I had with the situation. I still felt a lot safer by the stream; which it didn't follow me to, it kept back in the denser trees. (Do you guys want a video of my woods to see what I mean when I talk about these things?)

So finally I told Corey what I was doing. At the time, being just a stupid kid but with some odd experiences under my belt already and a working theory of the paranormal, what I thought was happening was that I had attracted a weak paranormal entity of some sort and was feeding it and making it stronger. (For all I know TBH that still may have been what I was doing - maybe that's where faeries come from - but I doubt it, personally).

I panicked, basically. I stopped going out to the woods. I waited until a really heavy rainstorm, enough to gorge the stream to actual flowing-water levels. I went out in the woods, took the gargoyle, and threw it in the river.

Okay, that made it sound really simple. It was actually not all that simple. What had attached itself to the shrine was one of the faeries I described way back when - one of the two that's gone now - the tall, white one with green eyes, although during storms, its eyes were blue, so that's how I saw it that day. I also didn't 'see' it visually - the first time that happened was with the tree - except for sort of flashes of strangeness out of the corners of my eyes. It basically greeted me at the entrance to the woods - as it had always been doing - only this time I could 'see' it, and since I wasn't intending to submit to it, I could feel the standard extreme discomfort of being stared at by a faerie. So I started running; it followed me, of course. At the time, I thought it was chasing me. Now, I know that's absolutely not what it was doing; it could clearly move much faster than me, but it kept a distance of about two or three feet at the least, and when I turned around to go back, it certainly didn't try to stop me. But at the time I was terrified, I was running, it was following me; it felt like chasing. I had never encountered anything like this before and I didn't know what to expect from it.

So I tossed the gargoyle in the river; it got washed away somewhere - TBH I suspect it is probably stuck in the storm drain they used to construct a sort of bridge about halfway down away from our house. It may very well still be there. Not like I'm going to go in looking for it, that place is full of spiders.

Anyways, after that I didn't go in the woods for a long time. I knew it was still out there, and I could 'see' it sometimes, especially at night. It's kind of odd trying to explain how I saw it at the time - I still see faeries like this sometimes - a sort of vague visual marker of where they are, like hot air rising, and a visual in my head. Mostly since the tree incident I see them as plain as I see anything mundane.

There's another reason I knew it was still there; towards the end of the summer (I broke down the altar around mid-summer) Derek had a friend over. When I got home from band practice they were inside, sitting around, not talking. It was weird. Finally Derek informed me that they had been chased out of the woods - by this thing that looked kind of like a tall, white person.

He refuses to talk about it now, and sometimes denies that it happened (and other times not...this is par for the course for things he doesn't like talking about :P) so I have no idea how well Derek can see faeries. I also don't know if his friend actually saw it as well, or just felt the panic.

I'm not sure if this is at all related to the tree incident. It did come very soon before it. I don't think my little altar/shrine brought the faeries that inhabited the tree as well; we had always been creeped out by the tree and avoided it since we had moved into the house, and that path that led to the tree despite us never maintaining or using it had always been there as well. It may be that I caught its attention, somehow, during all of this. It may just be coincidence that they happened so close together. Or maybe my emotional investment in the woods gave the tree-critters strength. IDK. These are things I would like to figure out some day, though.

It's kind of funny for me to be recounting this now, since it's getting really stormy outside, eh, and I'm sitting at the window where I can see the woods from. It kind of makes me nostalgic for when I had that room that's split into Paige and Derek's rooms now, and I had a window seat at the second-floor window that looked out at the woods, and I would just watch it. I did that a lot that summer. And after.

Anyways, I hope it snows D: also, Derek's hockey team is having a pasta party at the house, so don't be surprised if I make a whiny post later about too many people and sensory overload.

Comments

[livefairytale.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, I miss your stories. I would love a short video showing your woods! It would help me imagine the things happening. I REALLY wish these faeries could be captured on film somehow.