This thing was not supposed to be there. My heart slammed in my chest as I froze on the porch, coffee shaking in my hand, staring at a shape that looked like it had crawled straight out of a nightmare. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I just stood there, eyes locked on that twisted, fleshy mass. Was it alive? Was it watching me? I backed away, mind racing, convinced I’d stumbled onto something truly unspe… Continues…
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