Little People

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Think back, if you will, to the time of when you were a child. Do you recall ever sleeping with your favorite stuffed animal, only to find it missing the next day? You may have been the victim of "Little People". Not little people in the traditional sense, but something to call them for lack of a better word. 

If you ever stare in the dark long enough without blinking, you may start to see tiny specks in front of you. Little dots almost. These dots will sometimes form the outlines of what appears to be a little person. They will dance, play, and sometimes take things back with them. They do not harm anyone, but they can be an annoyance if they happen to steal something important to you. 

Our story takes place in the home of Anna. Anna was not afraid of anything, and a rather spoiled child. One night, she was paid a visit by the little people. They danced and played. They knew they had been spotted, so they gave Anna quite the show. They took her favorite bear before she could stop them, and quickly disappeared. Most people would just fall back to sleep, and convivence themselves the next day it was just a silly dream and the item had been misplaced. Anna, for some reason, remembered quite well that she had some tiny visitors. She decided to do something that no one ever had, and follow them. 

The next night, she cuddled another of her treasured stuffed animals. this time, the tiny people did a little carnival in front of her. They had tiny horses and tiny everything. She could not tell their faces or what they looked like, because they were made out of little speckles. to the untrained, tired eye, they would look like static or that your eyes were just straining. She followed them and watched them go through her wall. One of them held up a hand when he saw her, signaling for her to stop. They then jumped through the wall. She decided she would also jump through the wall, but she hit her head. 

Frustrated, she decided to see if anyone else may have seen these people. She went online using her tablet (being the spoiled child she was) and found a website claiming that you could enter their world by drawing a door and knocking three times, but that it warned of dangers beyond the door. That no one ever comes back out. Anna was not afraid though. 

Anna drew the door after watching the tiny people's show. She knocked and entered their realm. There, she realized she was quite small. She saw a mountain of objects, probably all of the toys and treasures taken by the tiny people. She saw many missing socks, a favorite fork, and countless stuffed animals. She climbed to the top and there she saw it. A giant baby! The little people were giving it toy after toy and it would just scream, cry, and throw it. She went to the baby and was fascinated by it. The baby stopped but a moment, only to crush her with his hand. 

Sometimes we don't know why things occur, but sometimes it is best to not seek the unexplainable. One should be thankful for what they have, and all the things in the world may not bring you peace. Materials often fuel the monster within. 

Thank you for joining me tonight and allowing me to share my tell of dread. Sleep well, if you can, and I look forward to our time together tomorrow night.