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?
The imagination runs wild when fear takes over.
Searching for an Answer
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