One night, around 2006, with my boyfriend, we came out of the highway to a small village in Brittany (France) to find gasoline. We did not have smartphones at that time and we got lost. We ended up refueling and then we went a little round in search of our direction. I drove and stopped for a long time at a stop in front of the church to try to orient myself when, suddenly, a very little guy wearing a tiny pointed hat got out of a tiny bush. He turned toward us and panicked. He ran towards the church and disappeared across the wall. I was stunned but decided to keep quiet as not to scare my friend about my sanity. We took our way and a few minutes later he said: "I know you will not believe me but at the stop ... I saw a goblin."
I have often told this anecdote to my friends and family. Of course, nobody ever believed me. But I understand, if someone had told me this story I would not have believed it either.