Meeting with a Pixie
I was probably three or four years old and in daycare at a place in the middle of Sweden, i was out playing alone in the yard and met what i can only describe as an elf or a pixie, a man, as short as me, with grey hair and an old but childish face. He talked jibberish for a short while, then bowed to me and ran away.
Im not at all sure whats true in this memory since about 32-33 years has passed, but its just very strange, and i dont remember ever telling this to anyone before.
Story credit: Reddit / krixandy
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