Light crept over the salt-weathered rooftops of Stonefield, Massachusetts, a town as old as the legends that haunted its hillsides. It was around Stonefield that the Salem Witch Trials were held hundreds of years before. Nestled between gnarly stretches of pine forest and the restless Atlantic, the town had always attracted the odd and the eccentric. But few groups embodied this spirit quite like the Stonefield Alien Hunters, a band of five young adults and a cat who, despite what anyone else thought, took their work very seriously.
Light crept over the salt-weathered rooftops of Stonefield, Massachusetts, a town as old as the legends that haunted its hillsides. It was around Stonefield that the Salem Witch Trials were held hundreds of years before. Nestled between gnarly stretches of pine forest and the restless Atlantic, the town had always attracted the odd and the eccentric. But few groups embodied this spirit quite like the Stonefield Alien Hunters, a band of five young adults and a cat who, despite what anyone else thought, took their work very seriously.