Upper Dockton, Vashon Island, WA
Some evidence of fairy activity: Coming home on a full moon after a sweatlodge, as I put the key in the door I heard what sounded like a pack of dogs which morphed suddenly into the voices of laughing children (not on anything I swear).
One summer I had a clandestine grow op going in the vacant lots nearby, three plants in three locations hidden in small clearings in the blackberries. One of the plants eventually disappeared and there was absolutely no hole in the ground nor any sign the plant had ever been there.
Submitted by: Mark S.