(noun)
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Entity:
Not
to be confused with something or anything malignant, a
Dark Elf
is an intelligent, small, elven-like creature that simply prefers
dark places.
If you're in your cellar or such and you get the
distinct feeling
that you are
being watched,
most likely it is just a
Dark Elf.
Back east after moving from one haunted house into another (not due to the noncorporeal guests, but due to being Property Taxed out of Montclair), my brother set up his video work down in the cellar of the 100+ year old house.
He did not allow his dog downstairs, nor were the two cats allowed down there either.
However, he began to notice, out of the corner of his eye,
something running across the floor,
soundlessly, and always quick enough so as never get a good look at it.
(After asking my friend and metaphysics teacher
Vinnie Gaglione
about it),
I explained to my brother most likely the cellar was home to a
Dark Elf.
(As it was, my psychically-attunded then-girlfriend knew that [safely away from the cats], living amongst my many packed boxed of Stuff
there was a
fairie
of some kind.)
One day my brother and I were home alone
(relatively speaking, considering what else lived in the house),
and he had been working downstairs editing.
It was summer and he had open the back door to the yard.
At the base of the stairs, to ward off flying insects, was a mini bucket citranella candle.
Taking a lunch break, he blew out the candle, went back and shut down all his equipment (which took about two minutes), made sure the candle was extinguished, then came upstairs.
I made for him a
grilled cheese sandwich
and we talked for about twenty or thirty minutes.
He went downstairs to go back to work.
Suddenly I could hear him shout, "G_dammit: I told you not to"
I thought he was shouting up at me.
Thinking I'd gone down and left on something, I rushed down to see what I had done (or of what I was being accused).
"What did I do...?" I asked.
"No, it's not you," he said with annoyance.
"Your g_damned
Dark Elf
relit the candle again...!"
It was the first time I'd learned the cellar dweller had done that before as well, hence my brother always double and triple checking it....
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