Bow of the Little People
Bow of the Little People
by Alan Rome
Email: rome@one.net.au
Author’s note This story is entirely true except for a few small changes. It
happened a few months ago.
I always thought myself to be a rational man. I never even thought of
believing the old tales about the Little People, but after what happened a
few months ago I just don’t know what to think anymore.
We were on a family outing to the New Forest which, for those of you who
don’t know, is in Hampshire. We were on a small narrow side track and I was
quite far ahead of my wife, Margaret, and daughter, Victoria. Suddenly
everything went deadly quite. I couldn’t even hear Margaret and Victoria. My
gaze was drawn to an ancient gnarled oak tree, though I can’t say why. After
a while I decided to go back to see where my family had got to.
They weren’t far off and I soon found myself walking past the oak tree,
once again. Out of curiosity, I looked at it again to see why my gaze had
been drawn to it. Leaning against the tree was a bow (the weapon bow, not
any of the other ones), which I was sure hadn’t been there last time. It was
about 4 feet and it wasn’t finished. I picked it up and inspected it. All
the bark had been stripped off it except for a handgrip. There were no
notches to attach the string but it was bent.
I picked it up and played around with it as we walked along. We
eventually walked into a large clearing. Sunlight slanted through the
branches, lighting the clearing. Its floor was covered in bracken and ferns
which were a few feet high. I saw a girl, out of the corner of my eye, run
into the middle of the clearing and suddenly disappear. I assumed that she
had ducked under the ferns.
‘Come back, Victoria!’ Margaret shouted.
I turned around and saw Victoria standing next to Margaret. ‘She’s right
next to you,’ I said. She looked at Victoria with surprise and shock on her
face.
‘But I just saw her running off!” She said. From what I managed to get
out of her, I concluded that the girl had looked nearly, if not exactly, the
same as Victoria.
My curiosity was piqued, so we looked around for any sign of the girl.
There were no tracks in the ferns and no sign that she had even been there.
It was as if she had never existed!
We took the bow home and since then I’ve been researching, trying to
work out what really happened. My main one comes from the Celtic myths. They
describe creatures (normally childlike in size) that can change their
appearance, and disappear from mortal eyes without leaving any trace. These
creatures were called, the Little People. There are other ones but the fact
is that what happened to me and my family are alarmingly similar to some
things in the Celtic myths, too similar to be coincidence.
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