I always believed they existed. My Grandmother used to tell me stories about the little people, called "borrowers" that live in the walls and beneath the floorboards of houses. My parents said she was senile, but I believed it was true. When I grew up, I went to college and studied anthropology, particularly studying the different sizes of human beings in relation to their habitats. A few times, I brought up the concept of five inch tall humans and was ridiculed by the professors and other students. Still, I was determined to prove them wrong.
Gerard Pinkney was nominated for the Noble Peace Prize for his discovery of three-foot-tall humans on a small island in the Indian Ocean. This made me more determined to prove in the existence of borrowers, so I rented a very old house on the outskirts of town, just the kind of house my grandmother lived in as a child, a house where borrowers would take up residence. Looking around the house, I found several "mouseholes" in very obscure places, carefully hidden behind furniture or near the cold air returns. I didn't think a mouse cared to camouflage his holes, so I hoped this would indicate the presence of borrowers. I began to leave things out. Tempting things like candy, shiny things, pieces of cloth, buttons, thread and sewing needles.....things I thought a borrower would be tempted by. For the first week, nothing, and I was starting to have doubts about borrowers in this house.
Then, it happened. Certain items I left out began to disappear with something left in its place. Mice wouldn't do that, so it had to be something, or should I say, someone humanoid. I continued this practice, but leaving objects in little more obscure places. These items continued to disappear so I moved on to the next part of my plan........trapping one. I left a sheet of paper, carefully scored with an "X" in the center with a razor knife, over a hole cut in the kitchen counter. Beneath the hole, I secured an old oatmeal container shaped like a cylinder about 12 inches deep, with a generous amount of padding in the bottom. At the center of the "X", I left a wrapped piece of hard candy which has seemed to be very desirable to my diminutive houseguests.
The next morning, I saw the candy gone from the paper. I slowly walked closer to the counter and noticed the scored paper had been torn. Then carefully lifting the paper, I saw my prize............
A female borrower, about 20 years old, was lying on the padding at the bottom of the oatmeal container. Unable to climb out, she now looked up at me with terror filled eyes, her voice shaking, babbling in some language I didn't understand. I slowly reach my hand down into the container. She tried to flatten herself against the side, but she was no match for my fingers, gently slipping around and behind her, then wrapping around her like picking up a banana. I lifted her out to get a better look at my subject. She looked completely human, except for the size, about five inches tall. She was kicking and punching my fingers, squirming around, trying to push my fingers from around her. This made it a bit difficult to exam her, so I carefully removed her boots, then her dress. Her panicking increasing, I decided to tape her down on the counter so I could exam her more closely. I taped her down by the wrists and ankles, spread eagle they call it. She appeared to be completely human, all the anatomical parts where they belong. Her skin and hair were much softer and smoother than a normal sized human. Using a Q=tip, I obtained saliva, vaginal and rectal fluid samples to exam later. I'll need a blood sample, but I'm not sure how I'll get that. I took detailed photographs of my subject, then flipped her over, taped her down again and took a few more photographs. I measured her, then untaped her and tied her wrists and ankles with some string and weighed her.
I left her on the counter by my pencil holder while I typed my findings into my computer. She didn't try to get away, just sat there. She had a defeated look on her face. Less than terror, but more like helplessness and resigned to her fate. I supposed she didn't know I wasn't planning on harming her. Even if she not quite human, it would be like murder to euthanize and dissect her. I'll probably use the university MRI and CT scanner to examine her internal organs and structures, though my current findings lead me to believe the tests will show identical body structures as regular sized humans.
I pause from my typing and let my eyes drift over to where she is sitting. Yes, she's tiny, but if she was normal sized, she would be considered quite attractive. Her jellybean sized tits were perfectly proportioned to her size and she had a really nice ass and legs most woman would dream of having. I try to keep my thoughts professional, but I feel a bulge forming in my trousers. My duties and studies at the university had left me very little time for personal activities, let alone going out or dating. Would it be wrong to use her as for........stress relief? She looks like a person, but at that size, is she "human"? Her head turns towards me and our eyes lock. I smile and she returns with a weak smile of sorts though her eyes still betrayed her fear, wide and leaking tears down her cheeks.
Once I make my discovery known to the scientific world, I don't know what will happen. Will I be permitted to keep her or would the governmental authorities take her from me. I imagine what it would be like having a tiny girl for a pet or, who knows, maybe something more as we get to know each other, She seems to have a language, so perhaps I could teach her English, or she could teach me whatever her gibberish is called. Could I swallow my professional pride and not reveal her existence? I would surely get a Noble Peace Prize for this. Could I live without one? I would be in high demand by scientific researchers and get a much better paying job. Should I contact a lawyer first to try to determine what my rights were regarding "owning" her, or what her rights were if she was determined to be human enough to be a person.
As eager as I was to reveal her existence and make my name known throughout the scientific community, I think I'll wait a bit. But for now, (dropping my trousers and pulling my underwear down to my ankles) it's been a little too long since I last....................
