Little People of the High Arctic

Tales of little elusive men with seemingly-magical abilities constitute a staple of arctic and subarctic tradition. In this video, we’ll look at several purported encounters with little people in the wilderness of Northern Canada and Alaska.

0:00:00 – Anthony Roche’s Encounter
0:02:36 – Inuarutligak
0:04:29 – The Iircingarak of the Alaskan Peninsula
0:07:17 – The Inukins of Noatak, Alaska
0:10:09 – Little Men of Western Alaska
0:13:07 – New ‘First Born’ Perk for the Musically Inclined

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[aeondimensions]

We live in the Arctic in Norway and during our house building process we had to blast some rocks. An hour or so later we were just standing and looking at the blast area and my husband and I both saw a small naked man run from the blast area straight into the side of the mountain. Our dog saw it too and ran after it to the mountain wall where he just smelled the dirt trying to figure out where it went. Since the little man was naked, we feared we had destroyed his home with the blasting. We were told to put out offerings to apologize. Years later I read folktales from the area that are filled with little people who dance around a house or a barn or look after the animals (if treated properly). If not treated properly they can do harm. Never saw anything like it before and never seen anything like it since - but I know they are real now.

[judethedudeisrude]

There are stories my grandmother told me of “little people”. We are Kiowa, a nomadic people of the Great Plains of the US. She told me that some of them were nice others were mean and they had the ability to shape-shift. They were able to appear and disappear and were tied to the land. I think “little people” are a lot more widespread than we think.

[tonygibson]

I used to go in the woods everyday in Florida and Alabama growing up. One night I had a dream these little people brought me to a section in the woods that they said no one could see us. I just kind of watched and the talked and sang and danced and lastly showed me a spring that had a small waterfall down to a creek. I’m not sure why. But within a few days I came upon the spring I saw in my dream. It’s always puzzled me. And honestly so crazy that this is the first time I’ve said anything. But I’m older and don’t give a shit what people think about me anymore.

[ToddDouglasFox]

I’ve had one encounter, completely unexpected by me. It was in Ireland. I would love to have had more but in nearly 70 years there has only been the one. The little person hid as soon as “he” knew I was looking. I called after, basically saying, “I already know you’re here.” Momentarily “he” looked around a tree for a second and was gone again. I shouted after “him”, “thank you!”. There was NO doubt that I had the honor just the once.

[DoloresJNurss]

A friend of mine lived in Alaska for awhile. She saw a little man walking some distance away, and took him for a human dwarf. But then he reached a construction site, knelt down, hugged his knees, and turned into an old tire, right in front of her eyes. She went up and touched it--it was an old tire. It's possible that one might see a tire from a distance and mistake it for a small, kneeling person hugging his knees, but not likely that one would see that tire walking first, looking like a tiny man. Anyway, she speculated that he might have wanted to spy on the construction going on.

[Krowmobe]

I was staying in a old farmhouse surrounded by woods, when I moved in there it had been unlived in for yrs many repairs were made, one problem I found was there were rats in the back of the house. During the clean up repair a little ways from the house was a old root cellar full of rat bones, skulls, etc. Many were cracked open like theyd been eaten. I figured a fox or some predator was using it for a den. I had put my bed on the large front screened in front porch. I lay on the bed one evening kind of dozing as the sun went down out of the corner of my eye I saw something move outside on the far screened side. So i kept my eyes semi closed like I was sleeping, i saw a small clawed hand reach up and try the door super slow motion all i saw was a hand. I jumped up fast ran to that side of the porch to see what the fuck was up. I caught a glimpse of what looked like a little mans back greenish skin maybe 2 ft tall with buckskin pants disappear into the wood undergrowth, to this day I dont know wtf that was I saw.

[nomebear]

While working in the arctic I heard many stories such as this, and was enthralled by these tales. The little people stories go back many centuries.

[Kiteflyer-pisg]

In oregon I saw a little person when i was about 5-6 years old, i was asleep in my moms bed when i remember rolling over and woke up with the sun going in my eyes from the window i looked up at the window and there was a little man walking on the window sill carring a stick that was about as tall as he was i remember being scared and couldnt speak when he stopped and turned and looked at me he the seemed to be really agitated then turned towards the window curtain took his stick and slowly pushed it through the curtain then i shook my mom trying to wake her then the little man jumped out right through the window and my mom said your just dreaming go back to sleep but i swear to this day it was no dream

[auntie-angie-]

I have lived all across North America and everywhere, without exception, there are stories of the Little People. They have different names in every region, usually a Native given name. Similarities in all stories include; ground/tunnel dwellers, a degree of mischievousness in a range from practical jokes to outright murder, dress in skins, leaves, moss, tree bark or whatever is plentiful in the local environment, utilize small animals to pull their sledges and carry their belongings (like rabbits, mice, lizards, arachnids, etc.) steal food and small trinkets, territoriality aggressive, exceedingly fond of shiny, especially silver &/or gold objects (copper and bronze being less prized) Those are a few things about them I have learned.

When you stumble into their environment you usually feel "watched" - because you are! You may notice a lot of tree stumps still attached to the ground that appear hollowed out or rotted (here in the PNW these are entrances to their underground domiciles) or holes in the ground or small openings in cliff/mountain sides in more arid areas. The area will have a "fairy tale" sort of look and feel, like it was constructed to look that way (it was.) Often, other humans who have happened by the same area will feel the same "pull" and will often leave presents of various kind, spray paint the area with bright colors, &/or distribute glitter, of all things, all around the area. It is common, I have seen it multiple times in various regions of the country.

When I am aware of their presence I greet them, both mentally and vocally, with respect, and explain I am only passing through and mean no harm. To prove my intent I find the newest, shiniest coins I can locate [new quarters seem to be highly prized - so I carry them when and where ever I hike - and I leave them on natural objects that look like tables (i.e.: mushroom caps, tree stumps, rock ledges, etc.)] I have witnessed their movements in my peripheral vision but none of them has ever shown themselves to me face on.

[curledup]

You are knocking out of the park lately. Your narration style is literally the best for all things paranormal.

[Prism]

There are legends here in Alaska about these little people too. I know of a couple stories where people were mislead off the trail during their snowmachine rides. One guy was led into the ocean with his snowmachine, he wasn't found until summer. Some see strange lights, others think they see a village but as they head toward the "village", the lights would get farther away, some people disappear.

[sharonmedeiros]

In Massachusetts they are known as Puckwudgies by local native american tribes, who were afraid of them and believed them to be evil and play mean tricks on them. I thought they were just legends and stories. But one day as I went for a walk in the woods of Westport, Mass and came to a stream in a gully, I looked across it and saw a little brown man crouching down and looking over his shoulder at me. His face was deeply wrinkled like one of those shrunken apple dolls they used to make, and he had on a little cap and a vest with no shirt. I remember thinking he must have been cold. His arm was pretty muscular. When he realised I saw him, as I continued to walk along the bank, he slowly turned into a tree stump. I stopped, astonished, and turned to retrace my steps, thinking that I was seeing an optical illusion and it would look like a little man again as I walked back. But it didnt, it stayed looking like a tree stump. Then I got scared and quickly walked away feeling like I was not welcome there. I never went back there again. Nearby is the Freetown State Forest that is famous for many local legends and bad happenings. Its a part of an area known as the Bridgewater. Triangle and is well worth googling to read some of the stories about it. It is known to have a band of Puckwudgies living there, and many unfortunate things have happened to people who venture into that forest.

[ColonelPanic]

It's astonishing how similar these stories are to those of the Fair Folk of European folklore.

[anthonyburke]

I’ve told this story to others, never been believed, 40+ years go I was driving at about 3.30 am, in bushland in Australia, the road went down to cross a creek, I saw a very small adult male walking, on being hit by the headlights, he ran to the side of the road and jumped into the creek. I stopped, got out with a flashlight, went over and shone the torch down to the creek, all there was were wet patch’s on the rocks.

[pauloh]

I love these types of stories. So fascinating.

[adrianswriting]

Encounters with Little People, who are able to become invisible, can even occur in urban areas. Even though they can become invisible (which simply means that we can't see them with the visual range of our eyes, which is very limited), they have a very strong presence. They also make noises. They are very noisy eaters! They are physical, and will need to open and close doors to get in and out. They also move fast. This all sounds weird, but as J.B.S. Haldane once said, 'the universe isn't stranger than we imagine, it's stranger than we can imagine.'

[crusader.survivor]

When I was about 10, camping with my family in northwestern BC, I was on a hillside with a bunch of purple flowers. I remember seeing a boy with purple hair sitting among the purple flowers. When he noticed me, he beckoned me with his hand to come play with him. I was just about to, then I heard my mom calling for me and when I turned my head to look back at the boy, he wasn't anywhere I could see.

I didn't think anything of it for decades until I saw this video and thought maybe the boy with purple hair I saw was one of these little people. I'm glad I didn't follow him. His kind face could've been a subterfuge of malice and ill will.

[snootdingo]

You are an incredible researcher and storyteller. I feel blessed to have discovered you!

[brightbite]

They exist. I saw them all of the time as a child. In New England. Some are safe, some unsafe. Just the way it is with people. My father was a huge Beatles and George Harrison fan. Harrison's "All Things Must Past" album cover gave me the creeps, because he was depicted surrounded by little bearded men like the ones I knew about.

[memomorph]

This is quickly becoming my favorite channel! These last few have had incredible quality. You should be proud of your whole team 😃👍