His Dog Started Acting Strange and Vanished Into the Woods—After Hours Of Searching, He Returned With THIS...

"Did you call a field crew?" Dale asked rapidly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Did you tell anyone from the university to come out here?" Chen’s face paled. "No. I logged the equipment request, but I haven’t called anyone in. Nobody should be here."

Dale’s eyes hardened. He looked toward the kitchen door where Max was pacing frantically. "Chen, stay here with Max. Lock the doors. If someone is trespassing, I'm going to see who it is." "Dale, wait—it could be dangerous," Chen warned, but Dale was already slipping out the back porch into the twilight.

He moved through the shadows of the woods, staying low behind the thick berry bushes until he reached the edge of the creek bed. Fifty yards ahead, three men in dark tactical jackets were unloading heavy, yellow electronic gear from large cases. One of them held a ground-penetrating radar rig, sweeping it over the exact spot where Max had dug up the stone. "Found a secondary signal!" one of the men called out. "Clear the roots!"