Driving by, it looks like an everyday suburban neighborhood: tree-lined streets aligned with parked cars and overshadowing houses. The occasional pedestrian will grace across the street, sometimes with a kid in tow. On the outside, the houses seem to be smiling from behind the well-groomed lawns of green.

As the days become longer and the nights become shorter, children, friends, and neighbors pour out of their homes to embrace the nice weather and socialize. The older neighbors share stories of their day, while the younger ones laugh and play. Even for those who have been living in the quaint suburban neighborhood for decades did not realize that the smallest places could hold the darkest secrets.

It all began late one summer evening. A few of the neighborhood children - regular playmates - gathered in one of their friend's backyard, ready for an adventure of their own. With plastic shovels too big for the young hands to grip, the group of five children began a synchronized dig into the fresh Earth. Being children, their play had no planned intentions, nor did they expect to unearth the mystery that lie just steps away from their homes.

With the last hint of sun peeking through the evening sky, the crickets' chirping began to overwhelm the children's laughter. They continued to dig. And dig. And dig. The backyard looked like a construction site, with mounds of dirt and pebbles scattered about. As night fell upon the summer day, the children were summoned home, leaving the bone-like cluster of white, brittle mass a mystery.