This thing on my balcony looked wrong. Flesh-colored, soft, still. For a moment, I genuinely wondered if I should call the police. My heart was pounding, my brain scrambling for any explanation that didn’t involve a crime scene. I took photos. I zoomed in. The slime, the shape, the silence—every detail made it wors… Continues…
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