The wind died down. The swirling nebula in the hole seemed to stabilize. The thirst receded, replaced by a sense of… satisfaction. A deep, resonant belch echoed from the plumbing.
He knelt, a flashlight in one hand and a rolled-up dish towel in the other. He opened the freezer door, bracing himself for the blast of arctic air. The interior was frosted over, the walls thick with white fur. He began to dig. drainage hole in fridge
Moisture accumulates under crisper drawers or at the very bottom of the fridge. The wind died down
Creak.
Suddenly, a sound emerged. It wasn't the sound of water draining. It was a low, groaning exhale, like a sleeping beast disturbed. The copper wire vibrated in his hand, humming with a frequency that rattled his teeth. A deep, resonant belch echoed from the plumbing