Spirits. Canada

Location. Northwest River, Labrador, Canada
Date: June 24 2006
Time: afternoon
As an 11-year old girl and several friends waited to be picked up by her mother down by the river where the town had erected a monument to honor the trappers of the town she saw what she claimed to have been “little people”. One, she said, was next to the monument, another was peeping at her from parked trucks that belonged to people who went down the bay by boat to camp out for the weekend. She another one up the hill a bit to the town office, he was just standing there looking at her and her friends. He had his hands on his hips, legs split apart, not moving. He was dressed in black, like all the others he wore a pointed hat. Across from the monument is the old Grenfell hospital that used to be the main location to go for the whole coast of Labrador. There in the path amongst the trees she spotted a little person. He was marching back and forth under the trees. Another one came out from amongst the trees and marched happily across the road toward the monument, arms swaying back and forth. As she kept walking toward the main road, one went and sat down on a resident’s step, legs crossed he just sat there. Straight across from this resident’s home at the Community Center, she spotted a little person sitting on the ground, his knees folded in front of him while he wrapped his hands around them. While she kept walking she saw yet another one dressed in blue clothing that hung down to his ankles. He was dancing upon a rock, going around in circles, happily dancing. She then walked up the path toward her friend’s house. There were two more little people sitting in the tree, staring down at them. From there she called her mother again to be picked up, she was frightened. She began to cry, wondering what she had seen. She thought they were trying to get her, and that they might come to where she lived. 

Source: Your True Tales—July 2006