As though pressure from the other side had been pushing on it for years. The edges of the doorframe were clogged with the same black, root-like fungus they’d seen above, thicker here, pulsing faintly under the light. Megan grabbed Daniel’s sleeve. “Did you see that?” “What?”
“It… moved.” He stared harder. The growths didn’t move now. They lay still, like long-dead vines fossilized across the steel. “Meg… everything looks like it’s moving when we’re spooked,” he said, trying to believe it. But he didn’t.