Daniel fetched his hammer and masonry chisel, hands shaking only slightly as he set the tools down beside the exposed wall cavity. The black vein-like growths seemed to thicken the closer they got to the cement block, almost as if the concrete itself was feeding them.
Megan hovered behind him, arms wrapped tightly across her stomach. “Be careful,” she whispered. “That… whatever that is… it looks wrong.” He nodded and positioned the chisel at the edge of the concrete slab. Crack. A chip broke off. Another strike, crack, and more cement dust drifted down like gray snow.