They came out of the woods one night—small, pale-green figures with eyes like wet glass and movements too smooth to be human. The locals thought it was moonshine madness… until the gunfire started, and the footprints stayed.

Decades later, the stories still echo through the hollers. Were they visitors from the stars, or something that’s always lived beneath these mountains?

Sometimes, the scariest thing isn’t what you see—it’s what keeps coming back after the lights go out.