Instead, they were clinging to their dried out cobwebs, as if they had been in the midst of walking when they died. All of them were coated with a dried white substance. Almost like they had been dipped in milk, and then frozen that way. It appeared to be old whatever it was. I remember doing my best to keep from touching them.
Lets see, oh, fires.
Lets talk about unexplainable fires. After my grandfather died, I got some of his belongings. One of these was a ring box. I held onto it because I got the ring that came from it, and it was a nice box. It was a simulated wood plastic ring box.