>>5459917 >>5460175 >>5460332 They don't contradict so I'll just take both votes as winning.You certainly could go the other bedroom and cautiously, cautiously look into that damned sobbing, or you could see if there's a chance left in just driving away before this all escalates but you have a feeling that's not going to help you. You need to survive for another seven hours and roughly twenty minutes, if you were to estimate. That considered, you think perhaps you should just... settle. Settle for what you currently know and have on hand, and stay here. Lock the door, grab your golf club, and refuse to come out. Perhaps that is just the best option.
That being said, you do have some small bit of risk you're still willing to take. The window. Your visitor should be at the door at this very moment, so you have a bit of safe time to look outside and... well, check if anything else has been done to your yard, you guess. Maybe whoever cut your electricity and internet left a few bear traps on the way out. You certainly wouldn't put it past them.
With that thought, you glance at the window and take in the view. Your yard appears the same as what you recall from a distance. Overgrown greenery, gravel driveway, semi-maintained fence and all. Beyond that, however, is a sight which inspires fear in you. Or to be more accurate, [i:lit]would[/i:lit] inspire fear with you if it did not merely shock your mind still instead.
There was nothing noteworthy about the ordinary asphalt road, riddled with pot holes and cracks, that you drove down yesterday. Now, however, a massive [red]red[/red] line runs through the middle of it, bursting out of the ground and pushing everything nearby aside. Several smaller, similar lines branch off of it at some points, disappearing under the ground some feet away. From afar it looks like a mix of tree root and blood vessel, although neither of those labels explain how such a growth suddenly appeared, nor why.
After a few shocked seconds your brain forces itself to move once more, and you take your eyes off of the oddity and to the house next door. It looks... completely normal. A slight relief. Behind it, in the distance, the back yard fades out of you and mixes in with the fog of the early morning.
Your eyes are involuntarily drawn back to the unnatural growth in the middle of the road, but knowing there's little to be gained from staring it and plenty to lose by poking your head out the window for too long, you quickly duck your head out of view.
>A moment later, your arm snakes up to move the curtains closed. You feel uncomfortable leaving a view into your room open.>You turn your attention away from it and leave it as is. Any difference in the house's exterior appearance could broadcast your location. 