Every damp surface looked like a possible hiding place.
Every pipe suddenly seemed like a pathway leading somewhere I didn’t want to imagine.
I began thinking about the people who had used the bathroom before me.
Had anyone noticed it?
Had someone accidentally stepped on it?
Had it been there for hours?
Or had it somehow appeared only recently?
The thought of accidentally touching it made my stomach turn.
I stayed away from it while trying to understand what I was seeing.
Eventually, curiosity won over fear.
I carefully moved closer and examined it again.
This time, I noticed something I hadn’t seen before.
The surface didn’t look like plastic.
It had a strange, moist texture.
And then I saw it.
A slight movement.
It was subtle—so subtle that I almost convinced myself I had imagined it.
But then it moved again.
My stomach dropped.
It wasn’t a piece of trash.
It wasn’t rubber.
It wasn’t some random object that had fallen onto the floor.
It was alive.
I immediately stepped back.
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