Monday, January 17, 2022


My grandfather was the first one to arrive at the second crash site. He said he saw their bodies. Called them 'little people.' He knelt next to the smallest one, only three feet long, and scooped it up and wrapped it in a blanket or a towel. He placed it in the jeep. The driver just stared at the crash debris. And the bodies.

He said he kept it in his footlocker, wrapped up. Never looked at it again.

After he died. My grandmother told me the story. Said that he wanted her to tell me after he passed. I asked if they still had the trunk. She said "Oh yes. It's in the cellar."

And she handed me the key.


Undeadpumpkinbread said...

Chilling! Sounds like quite the family heirloom.

Way cool photo, and story!

Rot said...

I'm pretty sure it's real.

Willow Cove said...

Cool. Great story, and prop. Mummied alien corpses are right up my alley!

Mike C(JASONV123) said...

Great story, found myself asking for more!

Rot said...