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Have you ever wondered what happened to Viorrey, the little Manx girl, who had the world’s most mysterious friend?

by Walter McGraw

ONCE UPON a time, on a tiny little island, in a tiny little house, there
lived a tiny little animal named Gef who made wee-wee on a great big psychical investigator and screamed: “Go away, clear to hell! We don’t want you here.”

Not true, you think? Let me warn you that in the 1930′s one R. S. Lambert,
then of the British Broadcasting Company, investigated Gef and said, “It is impossible to deny  that there is serious evidence . . . for Gef’s reality . . .” And Lambert was called “crazy” but after lengthy proceedings a British court awarded him 7,000 pounds damages, in effect  acknowledging there indeed was good reason to believe in the existence of a talking mongoose on the Isle of Man. Read the rest of this entry »

They may explain it as “Wee Folk” or – “signs” but they seem to have some amazing precognitions.

By J. Patrick Waring

December 1959

Ever since we emigrated from Ireland 33 years ago my moth­er’s great dream has been to go back for one visit, with one purpose in mind—to kneel at her parents’ grave and pray. She is an old wo­man now, nearing 80, and her dream will, in all probability, never be fulfilled.

I think, though, it indicates she is a person who would be most un­likely to deceive us (or herself) concerning her parents’ deaths. And she has often told us of the “signs” that foretold the passing of both.

They were farm people, living near Bomacatall, Drunquin, in County Tyrone. My brother and I were born there. Their farm was “fairy land”—and my grandfather, who called the Wee Folk by name, saw to it that the fields were work­ed “around” their ancestral haunts. My mother remembers well the Sithean—green fairy mounds—she believes the Wee Folk still use. Read the rest of this entry »