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The Long Dirt Road - Another Encounter

Jennifer Lozano, TX, USA
December 2010

I have a story that is already on here called The Long Dirt Road, and in order to get the full story you might want to read it first. What I'm about to say is very real and I am in no way embellishing or exaggerating. My only goal or reasoning in sharing my experiences with you all is simply because for lack of a better term I am starting to become very afraid.

It all started with my first encounter with 'the little people.' From the day I first saw them I knew I was a witness to something paranormal. I had no reason at the time to feel afraid of them or threatened. I will give you a quick description of what I saw that day.

My home sits on the last paved part of the road that runs in front and continues for many many miles. When you get about six steps past my driveway the road turns into dirt. There are no lights on this road and my house is the last house for miles. I had taken a walk with my boys and seen these 'little people' on the side of the road splashing in the recent rain puddles and just having fun. It was unbelievable and since then I have seen them many times. Now this is where my story begins.

After my first encounter with them I seen them several times and they were always very shy acting and would remain at a good distance watching me curiously. One day about two weeks ago things began to change though. I am not sure what the reason and it has me so scared I am having trouble getting myself to even take out the trash at night.

Now I saw them that afternoon just kinda watching me and when I put my hands on my hip they began to copy me. The smallest one looked just like the rest but the others seemed to treat him differently almost like a child. He had a black face and wore the same white clothes that looked very handmade. They all wore hats that looked exactly like a garden gnome and they had very large heads for the size of their small skinny bodies. The tallest one was no bigger than two foot or possibly two and a half.

On this day though it was the smallest one who was copying me. When I had enough of the little game I sat down on my mother's old wheelchair that had been sitting there on the patio. I stayed outside a few more minutes and then I went in for the night. When I woke the next morning it had rained and there were very tiny muddy foot prints leading from the tall weeds where I had seen them all the way up to the wheel chair and all over the seat. You could plainly see the tire tracks that were all over the patio from the wheel chair from being pushed around all over the place. I laughed to myself and just shrugged it off. This is where things began to change though.

Later that night I was sitting on the sofa with my kids and I caught a quick flash of something run past the large windows in the front of our home. I decided it had to of been one of the many stray dogs in the area and continued watching the movie. It was not even a minute later that I began to feel like something was looking at me. It was nothing like the times I had seen them this was a very evil feeling. I was filled with fear and didn't want to look but I made myself and what I saw made me give a silent scream and I swear my entire body felt like a bucket of ice was just poured on me.

There hovering about three feet off the ground was a little person but this time his eyes were huge and glowing like a cat's. The worst part though was the horrible smile on its face. His mouth was very wide and went from his ear to his other ear and was opened in an evil smile type laugh showing off rows of shark like teeth. I didn't hear him out loud but it was more like he was putting it in my head and I could hear his laughing and chanting in some strange words that I had never heard of before.

I began to close my eyes at this point and prayed for God to help me and to protect my children form whatever this thing was. When I opened my eyes I was sure he would be gone but he was still there and he was laughing even harder at me. I got up and led my kids to the back room to watch the television in there. At this point I was so afraid that this thing was going to find a way into my home and I did not need a psychic to tell me that it wanted to hurt us.

When it was time for bed a few hours later I had calmed down and was doing a great job of convincing myself that I had seen something else and my eyes were just playing off lights of something. I laid down in bed and just as I began to get comfy I hear something hit my roof hard. Then it sounded like something running across the roof and went quiet. I asked my husband if he had heard it and he nodded that he did and motioned for me to be quiet so we could hear. A few minutes later we were sure it was a small animal until we heard what sounded like evil laughter coming from the air vent that leads to our attic. It began to make scratching sounds on the ceiling and it would whisper my name. This continued all night until around four in the morning and then it would just stop.

I went through this every night for about five days and in the meantime my husband had went up into the attic to inspect for animals or birds or any kinds of hole that something could get inside but he found nothing. Then after the fifth night it got worse. I fell asleep that night and I was happy to have not heard a peep when I got awakened by something sitting on my chest and choking me. I couldn't scream for help and I was sure I was going to die. I could smell this thing and feel its skin on mine. It smelled like something does when it is dead and has been lying in the summer heat for a few days.

When I realized how strong it was I began to realize that I had no chance of getting it off me and so desperate I began thinking about Jesus and I got an image in my head of him on the cross. At that very moment the thing let go of me for a moment and had a look of pure horror. It began to move backward like someone had just pressed the rewind button on a movie. It went back all the way to my bedroom door and then just stood there for what seemed like twenty minutes staring at mean with a look on its face that was indescribable. It looked just like it had every time I had seen it but this time it was completely naked and had no form of anatomy and its skin looked to be burned all over. At this point I was able to move again and gathered up all my courage and quickly sat up and turned for the lamp beside my bed. When I looked back it was gone but there was a black spot on the floor where it had been. I Got up and as I looked closer I realized it was completely burned and still very hot to the touch on the area where it had stood. I ran over to my husband and he woke up easily which made me angry how he could not have heard or felt anything at all. I showed him the carpet and he looked at me and said, "Oh my god, Jennifer, what happened to your neck??"

Now before he had said anything I hadn't even noticed any burning or pain at all but as I looked in the mirror I was horrified and I just could not believe how I had not noticed it before. There were deep burns on either side of my neck and were beginning to become painful. Now, I'm not sure if it was in my mind since I was seeing it for the first time but I became uncontrollable and was shaking with fear.

The next day I went to a local clinic in town and the doctor said it was third degree burns and asked me how in the world hid I manage to get burned on the neck in such a pattern that looked a lot like hand prints to him. I had nothing to say and I sure as hell was not gone tell him the truth.

Now since this has happened I have heard it a few more times in my attic but I am in constant fear of another attack. What if this time it don't let go? Why is it acting this way towards me now when it seemed so harmless before? If anyone knows anything about this or has a similar story I would be very excited to hear from you. I was told by a friend of mine that people around here call them duendes which means little people in Spanish and they say that they are tricksters and cause mischief. Other people have told me that they are elemental spirits. Whatever they are they are very dangerous and I am in fear for my life and most of all my children.

Jennifer Lozano, TX, USA
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