Man Finds Thousands Of Eggs Under His Porch, Then Hears Something Move Inside

Fond memories

The days rolled on, but the memory lingered. Every time Ben passed the porch, his eyes drifted down, half-expecting to see pale eggs tucked beneath the boards.

The space looked empty, ordinary. Yet he couldn’t shake the image of that night—the swarm, the reunion, the impossible scale. It left an imprint. Life returned to routines, but his mind often wandered back.