I grew up in a town called Plainville, Connecticut. It's name is very fitting, a full 9 square miles of New England stereotypes. Dunkin Donuts, ******* drivers and frigid winters. It wasn't quite small enough to be a "town where everyone knows each other's name" but it was close. One of the biggest urban legends going around our high school was about something called "Pygmy Village," a nearby village supposedly full of little people. There were all sorts of stories, people getting attacked, disappearing etc when they went there, and always that there were 50+ little people doing the attacking.
So being the bored teenagers we were, we decided to go check it out. There was a road to get there, but we decided instead to go through a ****ing trail, we started the hike at around 11PM and finally found the village around midnight or so(it's absolutely miserable hiking in the dark). We didn't think about how flawed this plan was, that most people would probably be asleep at this time but for some reason this made the most sense to us. We only knew we found it because we noticed one lone street light, if not for that light we probably would have never found it. So we walk towards the street light and realize we can see a few houses, we veered off the path to circle around and try to get a better look. We had all heard these houses were tiny, they weren't tiny but they were definitely small. We noticed a few of them had very small doors too,
little people sized. I started ****ing freaking out. At this point my 15 year old brain I came to the conclusion that every single rumor I've ever heard of this place must be true. One of the girls we were with started begging the group to leave, I was all for it but we only had one flashlight and the guy with it wanted to stay and check it out more.
I didn't want to stay but I didn't want to all the way home in the dark either, so we all agreed to stay together and try to get a closer look. As SOON as we stepped out from the woods into the village a dog started barking. He wasn't nearby or anything but he was going crazy. A few people are freaking out at this point, but the majority want to keep looking, and keep telling us it's not a big deal. The whole time this dog was barking but he sounded far away enough that we all thought we were alright. We maybe stuck around for 5 more minutes trying to look at some of the houses with the tiny doors before we heard someone yelling. At this point I nearly **** my britches, we couldn't make out what this man was yelling but he sounded very, very angry. Luckily for me this was enough to get everyone in the group to convinced to leave this place. We got ****ing lost because we veered off the trail and it was pitch black out so it took us probably twice as long to get back.
This was probably the most scared I'd ever been in my life and a lot of the people we were with were really shaken up as well. So you know how high school goes...stories became convoluted and twisted and I had people asking me if we really got shot at by a midget and chased by his dog (lol). I ended up going back there once with some people when I was older, and this time via the road, in a car, in the day and realized how dumb we really were. Yeah, it's weird there's some small houses with some small doors in the middle of the woods, but it's ALSO weird for a bunch of kids to be sneaking around there in the middle of the night with a flashlight. I saw no little people, but I did see the small houses, the small doors and the one lone street light that guided our way.
Here's an article on the village for anyone curious:
http://www.ctmq.org/pygmy-village/ Thanks a lot for reading my story and sharing in my nostalgia, it's a fun one that gets brought up anytime I see some old buds from high school, and thanks Fendent for the giveaway