Earthquake Reveals Tunnel On Farmer’s Land, Then They See Where It Leads

This isn’t dirt

Tom stepped into Charles’s house and pulled off his boots, but paused when he saw the black substance stuck to the sole. It wasn’t dirt—it was thick, sticky, and black as night. “This is oil!” he shouted. Charles turned quickly, knelt beside the boots, and touched the gooey material. His fingers came away coated in the greasy liquid. He sniffed it, eyebrows furrowing. “You’re right,” he said, stunned. “That’s oil—no doubt about it.”