Last Updated on October 18, 2025 by Grayson Elwood
It started like any other quiet morning. I stepped outside with my watering can, ready to tend to the flowers and check if the cats had made a mess overnight. But the moment I opened the gate, a foul odor hit me so hard I nearly dropped the can. The air felt thick—metallic, sour, and strangely heavy.
I paused, trying to figure out where the smell was coming from. Then I saw it.
Lying near the flowerbed, half-hidden among the damp soil, was something unlike anything I’d ever seen.
It was slimy, red, and glistening, as though someone had turned a creature inside out. A sickly stench of decay rose from it—sharp and overwhelming, like rotting meat left too long in the sun. My first thought was that some small animal had died there. But as I looked closer, it moved slightly, quivering in the breeze.
For a moment, I froze. My heart raced. What kind of thing could this be?
Was it an insect larva? A decaying piece of flesh? Or worse—something unnatural, something not from this world?
The imagination runs wild when fear takes over.
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