Town Wakes Up To Giant Sinkhole, Then An Expert Tells Them This

Walls That Breathe

The stone tunnels were damp and curved, with strange markings on the walls. Carla ran her fingers over them. “They’re warm,” she whispered. “Like skin.” Eddie held the light higher. The tunnel branched ahead. And somewhere far below, they both heard a low hum. Like breathing. “Let’s not split up,” Eddie muttered. Carla didn’t argue.