The story I am about to tell is 100% true.This is not a joke or in anyway made up this really did happen to me and my three children.
We moved from Indiana to come and live here in the southern most tip of Texas so we could be close to my husband’s family. We built a beautiful home on a lot that was the last one before the road went into dirt. We have no neighbors on our left side and the road and empty fields go on and on for many miles. So on this day I decided to take my three boys Austin, 13 Julio, 6 and Emanuel, 4 on a walk down the dirt road to just basically be outta the house for awhile.
We began laughing and chasing one another as moms do but about two miles down the road my oldest son Austin let out this scream that made me immediately turn to see what was wrong. That is when I saw them. My son was pointing down the road a bit and there on the side of the road was four little people.
Now when I say little people I do not mean short I mean about a foot tall and they were all wearing pointy little white hats and white clothes. Two of them were splashing arm in arm in the rain puddles that had collected on the side of the road and one of them appeared to be filling up a bucket with the same water. The last one was the smallest and walked with a bit of a limp and I noticed a fifth one that was much taller than all the rest and wore all black and had a shorter black hat on as well. I could tell right away that the one in black was obviously some type of authority or leader and I watched as he picked the smallest one up and placed him on his shoulders.
Now all this time we are standing there watching them they seemed completely unaware of us. We just stood there frozen and not believing what we were seeing. Then out of nowhere the leader, or one in black, seemed to notice us and he turned to the others obviously telling them it was time to go because they stopped what they were doing right away and followed the biggest one into the tall grass. We walked up to the place where they had been after waiting awhile to be sure they were not coming back and there were a bunch of tiny bare foot prints left behind in the mud along with weird writing that looked a lot like heiroglyphics.
We looked around the area and I gotta tell ya there was no place around there they could of gone without us seeing them or them having to cross the road to the other side where the woods are. We turned around and walked home and later that night I went out for a smoke and I couldn’t believe it there they were again just at the edge of my property staring at me with such curiosity that for some reason made me not feel afraid of them. They began to copy or mimic my movements and when I put my hands on my hips they did so to. I finally sat down on my mothers old wheel chair and noticed how curious they seemed about the chair. I went inside after awhile and in the morning when I went back out there were lots of tiny muddy foot prints all over the concrete patio leading up to the old wheel chair and all over the chair itself. I had to laugh it just seemed so surreal to of really seen them and now this.
Since then I have seen the tiny people numerous times and each time they seem to be observing me. I have never gotten any bad feelings or ill intentions from them so I’m not scared of them anymore but I gotta say this is the weirdest thing I have ever heard of.
I was in the beauty shop about a week later after my first encounter when somehow the subject came up and I couldn’t believe how casual my neighbor was when she said that the little people had messed up her garden the night before. I asked her if she had seen them and if everyone knew and she said that everyone on that side of the street knew about the little people that lived on the dirt road. She said that they were pranksters and liked to cause mischief but are otherwise harmless.
It is truly strange how she had just accepted it all almost as a normal thing. I have looked up these little people and was very surprised to see how many other people have seen them also. Thank you so much for reading my story.