The cement block had been poured across the top of a descending shaft. Not a small cavity or crawl space, an actual vertical drop, maybe eight feet deep, reinforced with wooden beams on both sides. Someone had intentionally created a hidden lower level beneath their living room.
Daniel exhaled shakily. “This is… this is a whole other room.” Megan swallowed. “Who builds a room… and then seals it off?” Her eyes darted toward the black root-like veins stretching down the shaft. They looked even thicker there, like they’d been erupting upward, trying to escape.