I thought something was living in my house the moment I saw it. A long, dark, twisted shape spilled from the bathtub overflow, and my heart dropped instantly.
From the doorway, it looked alive—like it had crawled out while I was gone. Every instinct told me to stay back and not get any closer.
My mind raced through possibilities. A snake, maybe. Or some kind of dead animal stuck in the pipes. The way it drooped made it feel disturbingly real.
I stood there frozen, torn between grabbing something to
