My heart slammed against my ribs the second I saw it. A twisted, dried, alien-looking thing on the bathroom tiles, staring back in awful silence. Every possibility that flashed through my mind was worse than the last, each more grotesque, more intimate, more wrong. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t sto…
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It sat there on the cold tile, small enough to ignore, horrifying enough to consume every thought. I circled it for minutes that felt like hours, afraid…
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