Sometime during the month of August, 2004, I was at a place called Pymatuning Park in Pennsylvania, picnicking with my family. I was ten.

I had wandered off alone into the nearby forest, and was looking at all the trees. I was walking around when I heard the sound of music. I followed it until I reached a clearing. Like a scene from a movie, sitting on an old stump on the edge of the clearing was a little boy.


He looked like he was about seven.

He had medium-length blonde hair and was playing a recorder made of wood of some sort. He must've heard me, because he looked up at me. He had pointed ears and dark green eyes. He looked at me and smiled.

He asked me if I would play with him. His voice was really strange, almost like a bell. I told him I couldn't, and I had to get back to my family. He looked really sad for a minute, but then started smiling, and told me that it was okay, and he would wait until I could play with him.

Then he stood up and walked off into the forest. I've been back to that area several times. The clearing is still there but the stump he was sitting on is long gone. The second or third time I went back, I left a slice of apple sitting near where the stump was. When I went back the next day, the apple slice was gone and in its place was a very smooth stone.

I haven't seen the boy (or elf?) since, but I sometimes hear noises in the forest, and I think it might be him.

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