One day my mom and I were driving somewhere together. On the left hand side of the road was an old house sitting up on a bank. As we drove toward the house, we drove into a patch of fog or something. There on the left side of the road on the side of the bank, there was a little man with a beard, about 12" tall, wearing green pants, a shirt and a red hat. He was digging in the ground. As soon as we passed the house, we left the patch of fog, and when we looked back, there was no fog and certainly no little man. It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. I have no idea what he would be considered, a dwarf maybe?

But it was one of those few times where another world peeks into ours.

As far as bad things go, I have been to one house that was just bad. Just bad. I never went back.