It started as an ordinary morning. I stepped into my yard to water the flowers, enjoying the quiet air — until something stopped me cold. A foul, heavy odor drifted through the breeze, sharp enough to make my stomach twist. I looked around, expecting to find spoiled food or perhaps a dead animal hidden somewhere nearby. But then, just beside the flowerbed, I saw it — a strange, reddish mass writhing faintly in the grass, glistening as if it were alive. My heart started racing.
The thing looked unlike anything I’d ever seen — slimy, bright red, and shaped like it had crawled straight out of a nightmare. I took a cautious step closer, the smell growing stronger, like rotting meat left too long in the sun. It was almost unbearable. I froze, completely unsure of what I was looking at. Was it some sort of sea creature dragged in by a cat? A strange animal part? Or, as my imagination started to suggest, something not from this world?
