Has anyone had experiences with little people?

Question

Every culture in the world has stories of little people--while in the Philippines I met people who said they saw and talked with Dwindies--which are like magic elves. Tell me what you know as I am interested.

Answer 1

As a matter of fact I think a sprite may have run off with a paper I need today. I believe they don't show themselves much but they do exist. Seriously, was sitting at my computer today before work, had the paper right in front of me, went to get something, came back and its gone. I don't mean fell on the floor gone I mean gone. I've looked all over the room for it and its not here. Now I just need to figure why they took it and then it will show up somewhere. I know it sound totally nuts but this kind of thing has happened to me all my life. Yes I believe in the little people.

Answer 2

DWINDIES. While living on Catanduanes during the 1990s, I’d had several encounters with Dwindies. Dwindies are “the Little People” that are called Leprechauns in Ireland, and Trolls in Scandinavia (and I believe Trogs in Switzerland for I believe there are some “Little People” there as well?) My first brush with them had been when I was putting up some mosquito-netting that I’d pre-shaped to match the undulations of the sheet metal corrugated roofing. “Things” were getting into the house – like rats and giant centipedes – and although the two sides of the house had been easy enough – it was the back and the front where the corrugations were that had been the cause of the problem.

You cannot see these little folk – at least, I most certainly cannot – but I had been told more than once by my neighbours that they’d had a pathway that had passed by at the back of our Binanuahan house . . . and with all the problems I had been having with both the installation of water-pipes and the electrical system, well just let us say that the problems I encountered were far too frequent to have been down to just plain poor workmanship . . . particularly as it had been I who had installed the two systems.

I had been told to say “Excuse me, excuse me” when working at the back . . . but I’d had far more on my mind to think about “niceties” such as that . . . to my cost.

I had already gone along the front edge of the house as due to its design (for I had pinched the idea from a house I’d stayed in while visiting Great Harbour Cay in the Bahamas a few years earlier), the front corrugations could be easily reached by standing first on a chair and then a table. But the back was a different matter altogether, and here I had borrowed a make-shift ladder knocked together and made up from bits of wood laying around. Others had used it without any noticeable problem, so why shouldn’t I also?

The first stage of the Binanuahan house hadn’t been all that big – about five metres from one side to the other – this was before I’d added a “wing” to one side and a sort of castle affair to the other. On attaching this strip of mosquito netting, it had entailed me fixing perhaps three or four feet; moving the ladder along that same amount; and then attaching the next lot of three or four feet before moving the ladder once again. The distance between the back of the house and the boundary fence (made of wooden posts and bamboo) had been no more than a metre, so to access the area I wanted to work on, the base of the ladder had actually been standing on my neighbour’s vegetable patch.

It was getting on for 5:45 and becoming quite dark. I was keen to get the job done and was fixing the very last section of six to nine inches of netting when I looked down (at nothing in particular) and had said: “Right you lot, if you are going to get me, now is just about the right time.” I’d hardly got the last words out when the whole ladder had collapsed and disintegrated under me and I fell fair and square onto one of the upright fence-posts that had given me one hell-of-a-punch in my mouth and upper lip – luckily not splitting it.

Feeling very sorry for myself, Rosa had called in the local “Gnomes Lady”; she shivered on entering the house. There had been lots of prayers; strange antics using cooking oil on a plate which became blackened by a lighted candle from underneath; and from the resulting oily blacked soot, I’d had “X’s” placed on my forehead, arms, wrists, knees and feet. I was told that they were “playing with me” – ho-ho-ho, what jolly fun we all had. It was then that I was told to wear my underpants inside out for the next two weeks.

DWINDIES 2. It was lunchtime and I had driven down to Virac Post Office as I’d had letters to send off to Marcus and Rae – for these were the days before emails and the internet. I needed to get there then as any collected mail was to be placed on the afternoon ferry going over to the mainland. Having paid the postage, I went back out to the Jeep and into the driving seat in readiness for going home. But do you think I could get the engine to start? The performance was that even the Postal staff had taken a quick break to come out to see what the problem was. The engine was just “not interested”

The Post Office staff unable to do much had quickly lost interest and had gone back to the eating of their sandwiches (or whatever they had brought with them) and on being alone once again, I had turned around in my seat to face the rear and had said fairly strongly: “Now listen you lot, I don’t know if any of you are here with me or not. I cannot see you and you never give any indication that you are around. But it you are here, for goodness sake, stop mucking me around; let me get this damn car started; and then we can all go home.” With that, I turned to face the front, had given the key one more try . . . and the engine began sweetly, almost as though nothing at all had happened.

Roger Perry
Naga City, The Philippines

Answer 3

yes i definitely have, when i was 15 (long time ago) my friend and i saw a real live leprechaun. it was clear as the day and was all dressed up to kill (smart) carrying a stick and it stared at us for a while then vanished into thin air,as god is my judge this was truexxxxxx

Answer 4

there called sprites and actually they are quite nice. the dwindies are really big more human like sprites with powerful magic.they can use magic to turn themselves into dragons and other beasts.

Answer 5

I think midgets are people just like you and me. And to call a midget a little person is just demeaning them. In my opinion. And furthermore we should stop making fun of the midget and just get on with our lives.

Answer 6

faeries, angels, house sprites, spirits, yes..........
not sure about little people per se'
there are these wonderful little house sprites that enjoy moving objects all around whenever our backs are turned, only to bring them back an hour or two later.......they hide them......you might call these house leprechauns..........but I call them house sprites.......

Answer 7

I often end up submitting the same thing on other sites

Answer 8

Sadly,I haven't really met one.

Answer 9

You'll never get my lucky Charms.