Gunpowder Hill

During a period from 1946-1952, in a small town in western Germany, 
the residents heard what resembled a six-gun salute on the fifteenth of 
March every year. Some residents made frequent trips into the 
surrounding hills in hopes of finding the source of the noise, but to no
 avail. The townsfolk eventually coined the area as “Gunpowder Hill.” 
The children of the town even created a legend about it, stating that 
soldiers, who in that time were missing but presumed dead, had been 
killed in an execution-style massacre, and were buried somewhere in the 
hill. The purpose of the six gun salute was to guide people to the 
location of the men. On the fifteenth of March every year, the children 
would gather at the edge of town, eagerly awaiting the six gun shots to 
be heard.
In late 1951, the hills on the outskirts of the small German town 
were surveyed for the future construction of a NATO military site. The 
military base was to consist of a series of deep underground bunkers and
 weapons supplies in case a Soviet invasion occured. In February of 
1952, construction began. Just four weeks later, the crew began digging a
 massive two-hundred foot deep hole for the future underground storage 
bunkers. It was during this time that the crew made a morbid discovery. 
As they neared the end of the digging operation, a human hand was seen 
sticking out of the bottom of the hole. Upon future examination, 
twenty-seven bodies were discovered at the bottom of the two-hundred 
foot deep hole, dressed in Prisoner of War uniforms worn by the allies 
in Nazi war camps.
A NATO officer ordered for the bodies to be exhumed immediately. As 
the medical team slowly carried out the bodies, they looked on in 
puzzlement. The bodies were remarkably well-preserved. Furthermore, the 
POW uniforms bore a strange insignia which was unlike any the men had 
seen before; an orange circle with a single black dash in the middle. 
However, the most unsettling characteristic were the faces of the men 
who were exhumed. Their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were 
sealed shut with an unknown adhesive. The bodies were then dispatched to
 the local morgue for immediate identification and autopsies.
That night, the local mortician began his work. However, he found it 
difficult to concentrate on his task. The eyes of the first man he was 
to begin work on seemed to be staring back at the mortician from the 
autopsy table. He shook his head and just rationalized the sight as the 
imagining of his over-active mind. The mortician took his scalpel and 
began his first cut into the body’s chest. Blood poured out of the 
incision with staggering force. The mortician backed away from the table
 in shock. The red liquid began running down the table, pooling on the 
floor below. The eyes of the body began watering, and streaks of tears 
ran down its face. Soon, the eyes rolled back into the body’s head, and 
the bleeding ceased. In horror, the mortician began to make his way to 
the door on the verge of nausea, but not before catching a glance at the
 twenty-six other bodies lying out on separate tables. Their eyes looked
 back at the doctor’s with tangible fear. The men were still alive.