What unnerved him most was the source: the veins weren’t random. They all extended from a single spot deeper in the hidden space. A massive block of cement. Newer than the rest of the house. Wrong-color, wrong-texture, wrong-everything. Someone had sealed something in.
“Dan,” Megan said, voice trembling now, “we need to open that cement. Whatever this is… it isn’t normal.” Daniel swallowed hard. He knew she was right. He also knew that once they broke that block, there would be no going back.