Monday, April 25, 2011

The Fae Girl

Gary Donaldson couldn’t find his glasses. He woke and reached to his bedside table as he did every morning and put his hand on nothing but the table’s surface.

This wasn’t the first time he’d lost his glasses.

“I later found them in the kitchen, upstairs bathroom, or in the middle of the living room floor,” Donaldson said. ”My glasses? I can’t do that. I am blind without them. I wear them 100 percent of the time and simply cannot leave them someplace accidentally, much less on the floor.”

Strange things like this began to happen once he met a Fae girl.

“We met online at a social networking site,” he said. “During this three-week period while we were getting to know each other online it felt like my house had been invaded.”

The television remote control would disappear, only to be found in the garage, laundry room, or in the kitchen freezer. Pencils would vanish from the house, and his dogs started barking at an “intruder” neither Donaldson nor his nine-year-old daughter could see.

“We had the general sense of being watched at all times,” Donaldson said. “My daughter woke up with nightmares. Keep in mind none of this was terrifying or oppressive. Nothing like the Poltergeist movies or anything. More like wacky or mischievous.”


As the “invasion” continued, so did the online relationship between Donaldson and the girl claiming to be Fae.

“By Fae folk I mean human/fairy hybrids whose grandparents had sex with spiritual beings, nominally fairies but possibly other little people,” Donaldson said. “This woman claimed to be one-quarter Fae, which I discounted as delusional. Fairies are those little Disney Tinkerbelle flying people, right? But she was adamant and I so smitten that I shrugged and went with the flow, and eventually came to recognize and fear what she was capable of.”

These Fae, Donaldson said, live and work among us, operating in the wee hours at jobs like janitors, waitresses, and motel clerks – jobs that don’t draw much attention.

Once Donaldson drove the 900 miles to meet this “Fae,” he knew she told the truth. She was “beautiful, mesmerizing, strange, terrifying.”

“This is important because of my mental state when I met my Fae,” he said. “They are fascinated with emotions, especially strong ones. This is because pure Fae have no emotions and are jealous of ours. There was an aspect of her that was cold and inhuman and when it peered out at me it was soul chilling, and it gave her pleasure to see me flustered when it happened.”

Once he met her in a south Missouri motel, they spent the weekend in bed.

“We literally spent 10 to 12 hours a day having sex, going out only for meals,” he said. “I slept maybe four hours that weekend and felt like a train had run me over by the end. She, on the other hand, seemed energized when we parted ways.”

That weekend was also the time she talked about her origins.

“It began my education in how to conduct myself around her kind,” he said. “It was all laid out as a matter of fact, no winking or giggling. This was serious business and if I wanted to see her again I needed to know the rules. I dutifully filed it away, but the whole weekend was like a dream. I did not reflect too heavily on it until my return home and a good bout of introspection.”

When he returned home, the mischievous activities had stopped, but he couldn’t stay away from her long. He drove the 1,800 miles round trip to see her four times in four months.

“The intensity never let up once,” he said. “Every time we met, usually the same motel, it would be damned near continuous sex, broken up by meals and her work. It was nothing like a date. I have never had a relationship like this before or since. The whole thing seemed impossible.”

Strange things – lucky things – happened while Donaldson had this relationship with the Fae. He’d hit all green lights and always find a parking space, but it was the medical recovery of a close friend with a terminal disease that made him realize his new girlfriend might be telling the truth. Donaldson told her about his friend’s medical condition and shortly received word his friend was cured.

“I call my Fae to tell her the good news and she is so smug it’s unbearable,” Donaldson said. “‘I know,’ she says, ‘isn’t it wonderful?’”

Their relationship ended abruptly.

“I made my final trip there, without a clue anything would be different,” he said. “Instead, the girl I met seemed cold, distant, distracted. We fell into each others arms as before, but she said she had to be someplace and hurriedly left. Things felt horribly awry.”

They met the next day and Donaldson knew the relationship was over.

“I begged her to talk to me, but she simply said ‘goodbye,’ hugged me for an extended period of time, then left,” he said. “That ‘goodbye’ was final. I never saw her again.”

Donaldson suspects her “Fae” side took over.

“The Fae component within had grown bored of me and yanked her chain,” he said. “A part of her was upset, perhaps, but the creature inside maintained control with a steel fist. It had gotten enough sex-energy or whatever it wanted from me and was done. Experiment concluded; send the human home.”

Got a scary story? Ever played with a Ouija board, heard voices, seen a ghost, UFO or a creature you couldn’t identify? Let Jason know about it: Jason Offutt, P.O. Box 501, Maryville, Mo., 64468, or jasonoffutt@hotmail.com. Your story might make an upcoming installment of “From the Shadows.”

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4 comments:

nonnie said...

I knew a guy very, very similar to this woman. He preferred the term "changeling" to "Fae", though. Our relationship was short and intense (like the Fae girl, he was sexually insatiable), and then he was gone. Like Gary Donaldson's relationship, mine seemed like a dream, and I often wondered if I was hallucinating the whole thing.

twas_brillig said...

A most intersexting article!

Flames of Amber said...

I had a similar relationship to the one Nonnie said she had, except I seemed to figure him out while he had no idea. He was always changing ever so slightly to reflect those around him, so they would be more drawn into him because they saw themselves reflected. This quality also led him to shy away from any group activities. He didn't know who to reflect, and would get very pissy and pout and either make us leave, or make me miserable. Our relationship went on for a year with him stringing me along, not speaking to me for weeks at a time ("I got my phone shut off, I couldn't pay the bill" or the ever-popular "I've been working constantly so I'd have money to come see you". Man couldn't hold a job to save his life.)I ended up realizing the relationship was toxic and ending it, but not before I was fully an completely depleted of everything that made me "me". He had me in his thrall for many years before our relationship as well. It's interesting to see other people experienced the same thing with possible Fae.

Flames of Amber said...

I had a similar relationship to the one Nonnie said she had, except I seemed to figure him out while he had no idea. He was always changing ever so slightly to reflect those around him, so they would be more drawn into him because they saw themselves reflected. This quality also led him to shy away from any group activities. He didn't know who to reflect, and would get very pissy and pout and either make us leave, or make me miserable. Our relationship went on for a year with him stringing me along, not speaking to me for weeks at a time ("I got my phone shut off, I couldn't pay the bill" or the ever-popular "I've been working constantly so I'd have money to come see you". Man couldn't hold a job to save his life.)I ended up realizing the relationship was toxic and ending it, but not before I was fully an completely depleted of everything that made me "me". He had me in his thrall for many years before our relationship as well. It's interesting to see other people experienced the same thing with possible Fae.