So, when I was 16 or 17, I lived in a house in Tulsa, Oklahoma that was very near a reservoir. This reservoir had a walking/biking/running trail that ran the whole length around the it. It was basically just a huge circle of grass, trees, and gravel trail with a body of water in the middle. There is a whole lot of nothing to do in Tulsa, so the guy I was dating at the time (We'll call him "Sam" for privacy's sake) and I used to drive out to this reservoir and take walks along the path to kill time when we couldn't come up with anything better to do.
We were taking one of these walks one day when we came around to a big circle of trees several feet off the trail. There had been a huge storm with high winds (Which is pretty standard for Oklahoma, hence the nickname "Tornado Alley"). The wind had kicked up so much that it had managed to knock come of the trees in the circle clean over. They looked like they had been cut up into smaller pieces and were piled up waiting to be removed. I've always been fascinated by nature, so rather than looking straight ahead as I walked, I typically had my eyes on the ground so I could spot toads, lizards, field mice, or some other sort of interesting critter should they pass by. This day was no different. My eyes searched the grass as we walked. I was in the middle of responding to something Sam had said to me, when I got the urge to look up. My eyes went immediately to the pile of split wood. I trailed off mid-sentence and stopped dead in my tracks.
Peeking at us from over the top of the woodpile was woman, but not just any woman. Her face was white. I don't mean German chick white like me. I'm talking paper, snow, the magnolias that grew on the tree my grandmother had planted in her backyard. WHITE. Her skin looked very smooth and she had the biggest, bluest eyes I'd ever seen. But the strangest thing about this young girl was her hair. It was long, and also shockingly white. She was clearly on land, but her hair floated about her face the way one's hair does when they are submerged in a pool. Every time it moved, I could see what almost looked like little flecks of blue glitter. She was surrounded by a faint glow. Her appearance was shocking and strange, but I remember that she was breathtakingly beautiful all the same, and I felt no fear when I saw her, not even when she seemed to look me straight in the eye.
Sam, assuming that I had been distracted by a squirrel or woodpecker the way I was given to doing, kept his eyes on me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. But instead, I lowered my voice to whisper and said, "Sam..." then I grabbed his arm and pointed to the girl. Before he could get a look, she noticed that I was pointing towards her (and I still find this next thing to be the strangest part). Her eyes grew wide as saucers, and she ducked down behind the woodpile at lightening speed. It was as if she didn't know that I could see her when she first began watching, then panicked when it became clear to her that she was just as tangible and solid to me as the birds, the trees, and Sam all were.
By this point, Sam is looking at me like had just smoked a fat rock of crack, and rightfully so, because here I was running toward a pile of busted up trees after falling silent in mid-sentence, then whispering his name like someone was after us for seemingly no apparent reason. Once I reached the woodpile and looked behind it, I found no sign that anyone or anything had been there watching us, or doing anything else, for that matter. So my question is... does anyone else have a similar experience? Like I said, she never made me feel afraid. In fact, I felt a calmness. A contentedness, even. Could she have been a faerie? An elemental? A spirit guide, perhaps? I've always wanted to get some input on this story, and I figured this was a good place to get it. If you're still reading, thanks for taking the time to do so. Sorry it was so long.
Edited by TheLochNessMonster, 09 July 2014 - 06:30 PM.