[today, you may hear a noise - a sort of ripping sound, like someone tearing at a piece of paper or even a fabric. If you're outside or happen to look out your window, you may see . . .
It's a very distinct hole, right there in camp, in the cornfield, torn open to reveal something - space? Time itself? Whatever it is, the mere sight of it repels anyone - anyone - who would even dare to approach it, as though it is rejecting anything and everything.
fun fun fun fun.]