Nicole was born and raised in Indiana, but when she met Javier, she was in love. She would

do anything for him. They got married, had kids, and moved to South Texas, to his hometown.

They built a house down the road from his brother and sister. It was the last one on the street.

After that, the dirt road went on for miles and miles. There was nothing but trees around.

One morning, she decided to take her boys for a walk down the lonely dirt road.

For the first few minutes, it was nice.

Her youngest pointed at all the trees and flowers with excitement.

Then she saw something on the ground ahead of them.

Chenta was carved into the mud. She stared at it, trying to figure out what it meant.

She didn't know Spanish, only a few words. She didn't recognize it. She was in deep thought when her 13-year-old yelled for her. When she got to him, he pointed to the right.

Look at the tiny people.

There they were. Five of them, like her son said.

Each less than two feet tall, they were all wearing white, with white pointy hats on their heads.

There was one, just a little taller than the rest, and this one was wearing black.

It walked out of the grass, stood in front of the rest, and stared at Nicole.

She was frozen.

Not in fear, but for some unknown reason, she was unable to move.

She tried to look at her kids.

She couldn't turn her head.

She felt an overwhelming sense of fear, but it wasn't her own.

It just didn't make any sense.

And then the little creatures all got in a single file line and began walking into the grass.

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