Alien life form? DNA test indicates skulls aren't human

Initial indications are that some 300 skulls discovered in 1928 in Peru are those of a completely unknown species.

The Results Prove They Were Not Human

Read this article: DNA Analysis Of Paracas Elongated Skulls Released. The Results Prove They Were Not Human (and observe the photos of the skulls).
Now read this, from Dr. Melba Ketchum and the Sasquatch Genome Project:

"While the three Sasquatch nuclear genomes aligned well with one another and showed significant homology to human chromosome 11, the Sasquatch genomes were novel and fell well outside of known ancient hominin as well as ape sequences," explains Ketchum. "Because some of the mtDNA haplogroups found in our Sasquatch samples originated as late as 13,000 years ago, we are hypothesizing that the Sasquatch are human hybrids, the result of males of an unknown hominin species crossing with female Homo sapiens."

Note that nearly half of those who report a Bigfoot sighting described the creature's head as being oblong or conical.

Now go get a Bible and read Genesis 6, followed by Numbers 13:31-33. 

Be watching for book three in the Fierce series

Well, again, just in case anyone ever visits this blog, here's a teaser from book three of the Fierce series (Fierce Revelation).

We rode probably fifteen miles after fleeing from the beasts and leaving their voracious appetites to doom them. We made camp at around midnight, but again slept in shifts, with one man sitting up, armed and keeping watch, while the other two slept.

The night was quiet, and we all got some much-needed rest. I had the final shift, and I allowed my compadres to sleep a bit longer than normal. I also allowed myself to sleep a bit more than I should have—I fell back asleep on my watch. I dreamed, then, as morning dawned, of several giant, hairy beast-men entering our camp and catching us asleep. We tried to fight back when we suddenly awoke; one of us even managed to fire a shot, but in our stupor we were no match for them. I watched in horror as the Atahsaia tore my two friends in half and greedily consumed them, organs first. Then, as one of the beasts approached me, malice in its glowing red eyes, I awoke abruptly to the sound of nearby footsteps.  

In the bright morning sun, Xavier was approaching, one hand carrying his Winchester and the other a rabbit. I quickly sat up and faced my friend, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Sorry, Xavier,” I said, shaking my head, “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.”