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Hey, guys, are you ready for some cool and spooky short stories about gnomes, trolls, and other legendary creatures? Before you cry "lol bullshit," let me say that people have seen gnomes, fauns/satyrs, fairies, and other mythical creatures for hundreds, even thousands, of years. Who's to say such beings do not exist? So, just for a brief moment, suspend your disbelief and listen to some stories of real-life encounters with these mysterious and highly interesting creatures. Story One: Sebastian Polizar, The Gnome "I am now 22 years old, but when I was 17 I saw a gnome, and this is how it happened. My mom and I just moved to Puerto Rico. She bought an old house on a hill that she fixed it up, and soon we moved in. One day I came home early from school. No one was home, so I went to take a shower. I could hear my dog barking and chasing something, so I got out of the shower, ran to the window and saw what he was barking at: a gnome! He was standing behind a tree. He was very small, wore a white, cone-shaped hat and pointy shoes. Everything he wore was white. He saw me and we looked at each other. When I blinked, he was gone. I decided not to say anything to anyone. Then a couple of days later when I saw him again outside my window, smiling at me... then he disappeared. The next time I saw him I yelled out, "What's your name?" To my surprise, he yelled back and said, "My name is Sebastian Polizar." I told my mom and she was like, "Yeah, right..." I told her that I would prove that it was true. I yelled his name out loud and told him to come see my mom. At 1 o'clock in the morning, she saw him. She screamed and she made me promise never to call him again. But to this day I still see him. We moved out of that house because a lot of weird things kept happening, like doors slamming and voices that just didn't belong."
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Story Two: The Gnome Road "I live in Beaverton, Oregon. There are still some areas on the outskirts here that have forests, farms and the like. There is a road called Cornelious Pass, which is where this event occurred. Cornelious Pass is mainly a back road used for truckers or people looking for shortcuts, and I had a habit of driving that road at night. I was driving one night with a friend of mine, and he was skeptical to the core - a person who did not believe in anything "mysterious" or "unexplained." As I was rounding the corner on this dark night, my headlights caught something odd. I didn't see it as well as I would have liked, as my eyes were on the road. What I did see was burned into my memory and has been there ever since. There was something on the side of the road; it had been walking on its knuckles, like a gorilla. It reared up and looked at us as the headlights hit it. It was about four feet tall, the size of a child. Its arms were long enough that when it stooped it touched the ground, even though it was standing up. Its face - one of the images that remains hazy - I only remember as incredibly ugly. It was wearing clothes - and a pointed hat! I swear it. That's what got me when I saw it, what my mind focused on. A little pointed, cone hat standing straight up - like a witch hat without the brim and smaller. Continued in next post.
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The moment it saw us, it turned and shot into the grass on the side of the road. As it turned, I saw what I can only describe as a backpack. I slammed the car to a halt and turned to my friend, who was pale white and staring straight ahead, in shock. "You saw it too?" I asked. He nodded. I put the car in reverse and started to back up. My friend screamed at the top of his lungs, "What in the HE** do you think you are doing?" I screamed back, "Going after it!" He slammed down his lock and reached over me, locking my door. "You are not getting out of this car." He said through gritted teeth. "Drive!" He screamed. I didn't, calmly looked at him and asked him what exactly he thought he saw. "A TROLL! A GNOME or something! I don't care! Just DRIVE!" I knew my friend had gotten a better look at it than I, and afterward tried to ask him about it. He refused to talk about it again, or even acknowledge what had happened. I remember it, though - clearly."
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Story Three: The Little People "In March 1967, as a 16 year old boy... I was hunting rabbits in a secluded area along the Purgatory River in a place called Nine Mile Bottoms south of Higbee, Colorado. The area was and still is very sparsely populated. The closest farm or house was approximately seven miles away, so I was surprised to come across the bare foot prints of a small child. I immediately became concerned, believing that I had come upon the tracks of a small child that had somehow gotten lost in the area. The tracks were approximately 4 1/2 to 5 inches long, bare foot and headed away from the river into a side canyon. As soon as it became apparent that I had lost the tracks and could not find the child, I headed back as fast as I could to the nearest house where we reported the incident to the sheriff. When the sheriff and his deputy arrived, they called in a local man who had tracking dogs by radio to help with the search.
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When the dogs arrived, to everyone's bewilderment, they refused to track the child. Whining and whimpering with there tails between their legs around their owners feet. After first smelling the tracks, no matter how much coaxing or begging anyone did, no one could get the dogs to participate. With great disgust the Sheriff and the men started out with out them on what turned out to be a two-day fruitless search. Several months later, as the whole affair continued to bother me, I mentioned the incident to an old Indian fellow who lived in Lamar that I knew. He only smiled at my concern and said that I should never be worried about the little people. That they were earth spirits and very elusive. He said that since I had been the one to come across the tracks first, I should take it as a sign that they wanted me to know about them and learn everything that I could from them. So 30 years later, I am still tracking them. I have had many experiences with them since and have learned a great deal about them. But he was right for sure about one thing. They are elusive indeed."
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Story Four: The Troll Battle "When I was a kid, I would go to my cousin's house to play. One day I was at her house and she told me that there were little black figures about three feet tall playing in a hay stack that my uncle had. I didn't believe her at first, but when I looked, sure enough there they were. We began to see them every time we would go in the woods at her house. My cousin was a tomboy and we would go in the woods to play with our b-b guns and go to a little hideout we had down there. We would see them peek around trees and they would run to another tree and peek around that one. Then one day we were in the woods and we saw them again. My cousin shot her b-b gun at one, and the next thing we knew there were about 10 of them standing around us. So I shot my b-b gun at one and they started to chase us. They chased us all the way to the top of the hill where her house was, but they didn't come out of the woods. So we turned over a picnic table that was on her porch and got behind it and shot our b-b guns into the woods at them. The next thing we knew, they were throwing rocks at us and they were hitting the picnic table. That night I told my grandma about it and she just laughed at me. So I went to bed and I was lying there. I looked beside me and there was a tall black figure about six feet tall standing beside my bed. I just laid there scared to death all night long."
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Where are you getting these? I love reading stories like this and I'd like the source.
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Story Five: The Busy Trolls "The encounters started shortly after I moved into a second-story apartment. All my encounters happened late at night. I never knew why I would wake up, but when I did I saw some very disturbing things. Every time it was the same thing: short (about 3-1/2 ft.) and fat creatures walking quickly up and down the hallway. Being very dark I could only see their outlines. The closest thing to compare them to are trolls. They never paid any attention to me; they seemed to be very busy - at what I don't know. I would get the feeling that they were taking something that belonged to me and knew I had to stop all of them and get it back. When I would try get up, I was always paralyzed and unable to speak. I would try to yell but could only get out little grunts. I had this experience about 20 times in a three-year period. The only time I wasn't paralyzed was the first night. I was asleep on my sofa, woke up and saw the first creature. Of course, I didn't believe my eyes, but then three more went scurrying by and I jumped at them. I forgot about my coffee table and fell over it smacking my shoulder into the door jamb (better than my head, I guess). When I landed, I saw about 10 of these things 10 feet away. They walked away farther down the hall and vanished. On another night I woke up with the feeling that the little guys were back, but I didn't see anything. I closed my eyes, briefly opened them again and saw a taller, dark figure peering at me, leaning its upper body around the door frame. I jumped up and was surprised I wasn't paralyzed, and so was the figure in the door. My heart was beating so fast and I felt strong. I chased the figure down the hallway toward the top of the stairwell. I saw the back of figure the whole time I was running down the hall like a linebacker until it vanished into the outside wall. I still don't know what was in my apartment, but I think they were evil."
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>>8519530 That's fucking creepy.
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I demand this thread be stickied, also post moar
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Now for something a little more light-hearted. Story Six: The Fairy Wings "This took place in the woods near our house in Iowa. I was out walking around on the grounds of the land that we live on around nine or so at night. It was a very clear night, and the stars were out. I was upset about something earlier in the day, so I wasn't paying much attention to where I was walking. I was at the edge of the forest, when I noticed a bright red-blue light hovering softly in the wintry sky. At first, I thought it was a helicopter or an airplane taking off from the town nearby. But as I watched, the light hovered and zipped around the tops of the trees for awhile. It came closer to me, and as I watched, frozen to the ground, I saw an indistinct human shape that had alternating blue and red wings. I say blue and red because it was a very brilliant color of white that is indescribable, its wings moving like that of a humming bird. I could even hear a soft whisper of sound coming from it. I watched as long as I could, even ran after it, but it soon flew off into the forest, shyly hiding behind trees until it was gone. It seemed curious, but not ready to come very close.
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I went home and kept what I saw to myself for awhile. But one clear night as I was walking home, I saw the faerie tracing its way through the tops of the trees again. I pulled my family outside, and we all watched with breathless wonder. No helicopter could move the way this small light moved. We all agreed that it must be a faerie or an angel or something to that effect. I saw the faerie only twice more that winter. This winter, the faerie has appeared again, and it has become a familiar, if distant friend. It has almost become a normalcy; on clear, beautiful nights, I can see it traipsing its way through the tops of the trees in the forest next to our house. I've considered taking pictures or filming it, but I feel that I would be somehow violating a trust. It is very beautiful - and believe it or not, my family and I have seen it numerous times. There might even be a perfectly reasonable explanation for it all. But how do you explain five people seeing the same thing numerous times? You could call it paranormal, but I'd call it wonderful."
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>>8519602 Sleep paralysis, look it up.
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Story Seven: The Whispering Goblin "This happened when I was camping with my friends at Mt. Crawford, which is in South Australia. We were doing filming for a web page we were working on. We were all aged between 16 and 21. It was getting dark and I decided to go for a walk. It got darker and darker until I realized I was lost. Me being 16 years old, I was very scared. I heard footsteps about 10 meters behind me. I turned and felt my heart thumping through my ears. I looked carefully into the distance and I saw a figure dressed in black clothing. As it got closer, it started whispering. It was a male voice. It said that it was going to take me back to its lair in the mountains and eat my flesh and see what my body was made of. I was frozen and wanted to run. I was too terrified to go anywhere. As it came closer, its face was red and had a long nose. His eyebrows were thick and he talked without moving his lips. Then I heard my friends scream out my name. I turned to see where they were for a split second, and when I looked back, it was gone. I rushed back to my friends and told them, but they didn't believe me. Later that night, when we were all asleep, I was awoken by footsteps again. I didn't want too move. I curled up in a ball and closed my eyes tight. The whispering started and told me he would return for me when I was alone. None of my friends heard it, but until this day I've never been back there."
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SHit man I was playing some halo 2 and reading this and I hear some laughing like a small child and some grunts and I get so scared and Im saying please dont hurt me and stuff then I realize its someone using a mic on xbox live.
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tury Oone-a: Sebestiun Puleezer, Zee Gnume-a "I em noo 22 yeers oold, boot vhee I ves 17 I sev a gnume-a, und thees is hoo it heppened. My mum und I joost mufed tu Pooertu Reecu. She-a boooght un oold huoose-a oon a heell thet she-a feexed it up, und suun ve-a mufed in. Oone-a dey I ceme-a hume-a ierly frum schuul. Nu oone-a ves hume-a, su I vent tu teke-a a shooer. I cuoold heer my dug berkeeng und cheseeng sumetheeng, su I gut oooot ooff zee shooer, run tu zee veendoo und sev vhet he-a ves berkeeng et: a gnume-a! He-a ves stundeeng beheend a tree-a. He-a ves fery smell, vure-a a vheete-a, cune-a-sheped het und pueenty shues. Iferytheeng he-a vure-a ves vheete-a. He-a sev me-a und ve-a luuked et iech oozeer. Vhee I bleenked, he-a ves gune-a. I deceeded nut tu sey unytheeng tu unyune-a. Zeen a cuoople-a ooff deys leter vhee I sev heem egeeen ooootseede-a my veendoo, smeeling et me-a... zeen he-a deeseppeered. Zee next time-a I sev heem I yelled oooot, "Vhet's yuoor neme-a?" Tu my soorpreese-a, he-a yelled beck und seeed, "My neme-a is Sebestiun Puleezer." I tuld my mum und she-a ves leeke-a, "Yeeh, reeght..." I tuld her thet I vuoold prufe-a thet it ves trooe-a. I yelled hees neme-a oooot luood und tuld heem tu cume-a see-a my mum. Et 1 oo'cluck in zee murneeng, she-a sev heem. She-a screemed und she-a mede-a me-a prumeese-a nefer tu cell heem egeeen. Boot tu thees dey I still see-a heem. Ve-a mufed oooot ooff thet huoose-a becoose-a a lut ooff veurd theengs kept heppeneeng, leeke-a duurs slemmeeng und fueeces thet joost deedn't belung."
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>>8519666 >>8519675 That just warmed my heart...
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>>8519737 And this is why I stay in civilization
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If that goblin happened to me I would carru several weapons with me for the rest of my life.
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Story Eight: The Black Hoods "Shortly after my daughter was born in 1978, we moved into an old farm house that was creepy to begin with. Visitors who spent the night would always tell us the next day, "I am sorry, but your house is creepy." "I felt like someone was watching me all night long!" One night I awoke suddenly, able to see everything in the room: my tiny daughter in her crib at the foot of our bed and my husband sleeping contentedly beside me, but I could not move. I felt a presence beside me that was communicating with me. It was strange and I was terrified. The visitors were telling me to come with them. This was strange considering they had no faces, only black hooded robes and darkness where their faces should have been. I was telling them NO, even though I could not speak aloud. I tried to move, to wake my husband, but all I could do was to make strange guttural sounds. They finally left and went out past the foot of our bed. I must have fallen asleep or passed out. I awoke very shortly after that, still very frightened and the room was freezing. I woke up my husband to tell him what happened. He comforted me went to our bedroom to get another blanket and to check on our daughter. He covered her with one and got back into bed and told me everything was all right, to go back to sleep. When we awoke later in the morning, my husband said, "Honey, remember when I got up to get the blankets? Well, don't be alarmed, but our front door was standing wide open." All I could do was stand there with my mouth wide open feeling the shock spread through my body. I know the door was closed because we checked doors together before we went to bed."
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>>8519763 id love that in english
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After reading these, I say. You're a fucking idiot. It's not about bullshit. It's because you're trying to say something that does not exists, exists, because people see them. You motherfucking dumbshit, ghosts aren't real, neither is god, niggers, dragons, magicians, or planet of the apes.
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Story Nine: The Demon Elves "This happened in 1967. The weirdest part of this story is that my younger sister and I never knew that our older sister had seen the demon elves too until all of us were grown with kids of our own. My younger sister Clarice and I loved to ride horses. Almost every day in the summer we would set off to the stables. We left very early in the morning, so it was our habit to climb out of our bedroom window so that we would not wake the rest of the family. One morning Clarice was part way out the window, when she let out a god-awful scream and started moving in reverse, quickly! I was trying to push her forward, but she came crashing back into me and we landed in a heap on the bedroom floor. Clarice was white, and I could tell she was really frightened - almost in shock. I kept asking her what was wrong, but it took her a while to be able to tell me. When she finally told me what she had seen, I didn't believe her. She said there were four little men outside in the bushes and they looked like little demon elves. She said she could tell they were evil. I didn't believe in the supernatural at the time, so to tease her (and because I couldn't see any demon elves outside) I leapt out of the window and ran over to the bushes and started crouching down calling for the evil elves to show themselves. They didn't, and I wrote the whole thing off as a very vivid imagination on my sister's part.
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Years later, we three sisters were together visiting and talking, and Clarice asked me if I remembered the demon elves. At that, our older sister Cristi turned as white as a ghost and said, "You saw them too?" It turns out that on the very same morning Clarice had seen them, those evil elves had awakened Cristi by scratching at her window, laughing evilly and calling her name. She said when she got up to see who was at her window, she almost fainted - it was the same evil elves Clarice had seen. She screamed at them to go away, and after some time of tormenting her they backed into the bushes where the unfortunate Clarice saw them. The scariest part was when Clarice said, "Remember that you couldn't see them?" I nodded my head. She continued, "When you ran up to the bushes, they were still there. You were just inches away from them, and then they disappeared." We never saw the demon elves again, but to this day, we three sisters all agree they really were there."
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This thread is made of fiction and fail.
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This thread is made of mystical creatures and win
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This thread is made of me wanting to get a shotgun.
Story Ten: The Flame Man When I was eight years old my stepbrother Todd had captured a flame-like man in a glass jar. He had been talking about it for at least a week and finally showed it to me one night when we were getting ready for bed. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It was this bright flaming orange figure. I could see facial features, legs, and arms. It was thrashing about in the jar, hitting the sides in a rage. I could see the anger and emotion in his face. I told Todd to set it free. I went to touch the jar and she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'! I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said 'FRESH' and it had dice in the mirror! If anything, I can say this cab is rare, but I thought "Now forget it -- Yo homes to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom -- I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air!
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>>8519866 Would you like the special spin-stabilized armor-piercing rounds to go with that?
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>>8519831 >the Demon Elves See, this sounds like something Blizzard would name the newest race. Your mythology is a fucking pathetic failure.
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This was one of the funnies bellairs.
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Long time ago me and my brother Kyle here,... we was hitchhikin' down a long and lonesome road. All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road. And he said: "Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your souls (wisper:Souls)." Well me and Kyle,... we looked at each other, and we each said... "Okay." And we played the first thing that came to our heads, Just so happened to be, The Best Song in the World, it was The Best Song in the World. Look into my eyes and it's easy to see One and one make two, two and one make three, It was destiny. Once every hundred-thousand years or so, When the sun doth shine and the moon doth glow and the grass doth grow oooh Needless to say,
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I AM SELLING 12-GAUGE SHOTGUNS AND HIGH-EXPLOSIVE/ARMOR-PIERCING/BOTH ROUNDS TO GO WITH IT. ANY TAKERS.
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I will buy. What are armor piercing shotgun rounds? You mean slugs?
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>>8520011 he means he'll shotgun into your anus, cock boi
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Oh, these stories are cool. Most of the stories in my home country are just evil spirits and ghosts, usually.
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Story Eleven: It all started out like an ordinary sunday. I went to church with my family and when it was done the priest mentioned something about a fundraiser later that night but I was not paying much attention to the announcements. That night I was walking around with my friends and we stoped off at the church gym to play some games. Thats where it happened, I saw gnomes playing basketball on the court! I couldnt believe my eyes the ball was almost as big as them! My friends saw the same thing.
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>>8519899 lol, I just realized I failed for 12 seconds. :D
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Even though I joke moar plz.
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>>8520173 I think the TC isn't going to do anymore, as it was an elaborate bel-air gag.
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>>8519823 no shit peckerhead. it's just short fiction. if you can't see that then gtfo
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I was going to post some more, but the other stories aren't as good. If anyone else finds some cool ones, they should post them in here.
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We need to kill the Gnomes. Or use Robotic Lawn Ninjas to protect us!
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have any /b/tards ever seen a gnome or something cool like that?
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ONCE I SAW 2 GUYS WHO WANTED TO BE LITTLE LESBIAN GIRLS, THEY ASK TO THE FAIRY, THIS IS THE RESULT
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>>8520011 Depends. You'll usually find maybe spin-stabilized APDS rounds if you're lucky. The military is currently testing a new type of round called the FRAG-12, which operates on the High-Explosive Armor-Piercing principle.
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what municipality was this I'd like to visit said gnome and stick it in its pooper?
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gnomes are the poor mans loli
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this thread is amazing
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gnomes = ancient shota?
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PROTIP: Use acid or fire elemental attacks to counter the Trolls regeneration ability.
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Needs more WoW pron
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"To my amazement, I have heard that there are people who have never seen a gnome. I can't help pitying these people. I am certain there must be something wrong with their eyesight." --Axel Munthe