Chronicles and Chill #4: The Little Man

So this next story happened to my mom when she was a little girl in Mexico—probably around 7 or 8 years old. Her younger sister was maybe 5ish at the time.

According to my mom, her little sister used to disappear for long periods of a time and would come back saying she’d been playing with “little people.” She’d tell everyone that they would take her to a tree to play. Of course, being a kid, her descriptions were childish and dreamy, and my mom didn’t really believe her. That is, until one day… the little sister came back with a key.

Not a toy key. An old ass Harry Potter looking ass key.

My mom says she started trippin’ when she saw her little sister playing with this ancient-looking thing that was clearly in the wrong dimension. That night, she couldn’t sleep. She shared a room with her sisters, and while everyone else was out cold, something didn’t sit right with her. She just felt… off.

Then she saw a shadow.

It moved toward the moonlight coming in through the window, and when it stepped into view—she swears she saw a small person. Like, a little man, dressed in an old-fashioned outfit, wearing a hat. They made eye contact and when he saw she was awake, he bolted—fast af boiiiii!!!!

She was stunned, but now she knew her sister wasn’t making it up.

The next day, she searched everywhere for that key. Inside the house, outside the house, every corner. She couldn’t find it. She also didn’t let her little sister out of her sight all day.

That night, my mom had a plan. She pretended to fall asleep, but stayed awake, ready to see if the little man came back.

And he did.

Only this time, he didn’t go to her sister’s bed. He went to hers.

She kept her head turned just slightly, with one eye open just enough to see. She could make out his clothes—some strange little shorts, odd boots, and the weirdest part: his mouth. She said it stretched from one side of his face to the other, way too big for his tiny head.

It stood at the foot of her bed—and that’s when she screamed and kicked it right in the face. HARD.

Whatever it was, it did not expect that. It took off faster than anything she’d ever seen.

After that night, it never came back. Her little sister stopped wandering into the wooded area. And even now, as a grown woman, my mom still tells this story. When she gets to the part about its creepy smile, she always shivers and lets out this little squeal. That image must be burned into her brain forever.

I honestly believe she saved her sister from being taken by the little people who live in the forest. Not the Fae.  Gnomes. I think he looks like a Labubu hahahaha!

So yeah… I know the idea of chasing a pot of gold or following something magical into the woods sounds cute—but maybe think twice next time. Some doors don’t lead to treasure… they lead to teeth. And that ear-to-ear smile?

Now that’s one image I never want burned into my memory.

Sweet dreams. 😏🌙✨