Interesting story about little people

[ac_miss]

If I get a chance, I read up on interesting stuff from Paranormal.about.com. In this month's true tales, someone submitted an account of little people.

Your True Tales
December 2007 - Page 2

Little Figures
by Daniel

This particular event took place in the summer of '89. My grandfather lived his last years on the old farm in rural South Central South Dakota. I am from the Rosebud Sioux Indian reservation. We are Sicungu Lakota. My grandfather lived with his brother, known to us simply as Unk'Willy, and together they have been a wealth of wisdom for our large extended family.

One day near the end of their lives (they died within months of each other) my grandpa Stanley was off in town on business and we kids liked to hang out with 'ol Unc'Willy. He told us funny stories and treated us so kindly. This day he pulled me aside and asked if I knew about the rock that they used to prop open the door on hot summer days. I said no, it's just a rock. Well little did I know!

The story is when Unc'Willy was a young man in the early 30s, he was riding along one of the many natural springs in our area. He stopped to roll himself a cigarette and rest a while. As he stood by the water he heard a strange "scraping sound" and curious that it may be an animal he crept to the grass along this small stream. Upon pushing the reeds apart he looked on two strange little figures. I mean LITTLE figures -- he says they were no taller than a man's fist! One came out of the water while the other sat along the stream of water coming from the ground. The one sitting seemed to be scraping something in its hands.

When he realized what he was seeing was actually real, the awareness brought about the awareness of these small people who froze in their tracks. As he pushed through the grass, one figure dropped to one side and fell into the water, disappearing even though this small stream of water was no more than an inch or two deep; the other turned into the rock he uses to prop open his door. He then produced a small leather pouch and inside were several old arrowheads and with these was the tool which produced the scraping noise he heard. It was a tiny stone knife and he also kept the crayfish claw that the creature was trying to open when Unc'Willy happened along.

According to Lakota stories, Unc'Willy was destined to live a long healthy life with the help of this spirit he had "captured". So long as he was alive, this creature's spirit would help him in times of trouble. The incident I refer to happened the day of Unc'Willy's funeral. My uncle and I both remembered this because he had heard the same story when he was a young boy. As soon as we got home from the services, we ran all the way to the grandpa's house and the rock that has been there since before even my grandmother's life began had mysteriously disappeared. Willy told us that when he died his spirit as well as the spirits given to him for his welfare would be released and able to go home. No one knows who or why anyone would want to take "that old rock" from their house, but my uncle and I both know that this wiwila (beings that live in these natural springs) has finally gone home.

[Wakalapi]

One of my elders in the Seattle area is also from Rosebud, and my family is from Standing Rock. So being distant relatives, he tells us things. His father related this story to him.

One day, his father was going from one of the big towns back to the rez, maybe it was Rapid City or Pierre, I dunno. He had horse and wagon b/c only the rich people had cars then. He drove his wagon through the wilderness as usual and on his way he encountered a very old couple, an elderly man and woman. They were just walking along. He thought it was odd they would be all the way out there just walking, so he offered them a ride.

The old man helped his wife onto the wagon, then climbed aboard, and then the man (my elder's father) drove away with them. They never said much. But a ways down the road the old man indicated this is their stop. So they climbed down from the wagon, still in the middle of nowhere, and walked out and away from the road. My elder's father turned around, started his horse and wagon moving. Puzzled as to why such an old couple would want to be left clear out there, he turned back to glance toward them, make sure they were OK. But in their place were two deer.

On subsequent trips through this wilderness, my elder's father would occasionally see the very old man. He was of the Deer People. He struck a friendship and started teaching my elder's father the Deer Songs. And so his family now carries those songs.

[shorty]

perhaps a lil off the subject :)

my brother lived in sissetonSD few years ago and he told me a story when he came back to Min about him and his friends went out driving and they had one of those scanners and they heard bout cops being called in on a road near them so they went over their and they said their were cars and cop cars chasing this half man half demon with horns and he said it jumped up in a near by tree and then it dissapeared

pretty krazy i din know if they were all stoned and drunk lol but hey could of been true

i have heard of the lil ppl up in cass lake mn they like to watch the powwow and ppl have said if u look up in the trees u can see them sometimes i know every time i go to cass lake when im out in the powwow ring i glance up into the trees every now and then ~ive never seen anything but that dont mean the storys rn`t real

[Blackbear]

Could have been a nake drunk wearing a bulls head? LOL , just kidding... I've seen plenty out on my rez to ever really disregard what people say they saw... but they did prove that the small dragon was someone's escaped iguana heheheh.

My Uncle Rog used to tell me the old spooky stories of the things out there, just so I'd be scared, but even as an adult I don't like being outdoors there at night. Even if the things I saw, I saw in broad daylight.

[ac_miss]

Here on our rez, there have been a few accounts of sightings of little people. I think there was a recent one in the past 5 years, but the person who witnessed it will not reveal any details about it. I think she got freaked out or something. My aunt has heard them talking one day. She couldn't see them, but she heard them and they sounded like little children. We have in our area what we call Little Peoples' Trees which is their home. Whenever land gets cleared for a new home to be built, if these trees are in that area, they will not cut it down because we believe they have special powers, so we basically leave them alone.