Introduction

Do you ever get that feeling when you hear a music box start to play? That feeling of mystery, or memory, when the delicate notes suggest a moment in time that you should not forget? It’s sometimes sad, and nostalgic, like the moment’s already passed, and you’re already  missing something. Other times, it’s like the memory is happening now, and you must stop and realize it before it’s too late.

I get that feeling. Not only when I hear a music box play, but sometimes when I’m outside walking alone, and the wind picks up, the trees get excited, signs knock against their poles, and I just know that something is about to happen. It’s like orchestra music swelling, and then holding its breath while the music box plays.  Every time I feel it, I turn around, expecting another presence, a person, a memory.

You and I get that feeling, but nothing ever happens. This, reader, is often a sign that you have experienced faery magic. This blog is a guide to recognizing signs of faeries in the modern world. You see, faeries can appear right beside us, become our best friends, buy us popsicles from the ice cream man, and then take us through a doorway into their world, a wonderful place from which we will never want to return. Protect your children.

That feeling I described earlier is what is known as a memory fragment. Sometimes faeries will bring you back to the human world after having their fun, but in order to keep their world and the doorway to it a secret, they’ll modify your memory so you won’t remember a thing. But the feeling of losing and missing a friend -- whether or not the faery was a real friend -- will still haunt you, as it haunts me.

I will be relating my experiences in order to warn and educate people today of the impending collision between our two societies. Right now faeries exist only in conspiracy theories, European folk tales, and fantasy genres, but just you wait. They are real. They are out there. I have seen them, talked and danced with them, eaten their food, entered their world, and lived to tell the tale. This is me, telling it.

My name is Ashlyn. I am a college student at a small town university. I don’t ask you to believe my story. But if you will only read it, you will be that much more prepared for the dangers that may come. Don’t be alarmed: it’s not all like the Grimm’s fairy tales, and the faery world really is a marvelous place. As I said before, they’ll at least buy you popsicles before they snatch you.