I thought something was living in my house. My heart dropped the second I saw it. A long, dark, twisted shape spilling from the bathtub overflow, like it had crawled out while I was gone. I froze in the doorway, convinced it was alive. When I finally forced myself to step closer, my brain kept insisting it had to be a snake, or some kind of dead animal lodged in the tub. The way it drooped out of the overflow drain made it look disturbingly organic, like it had slowly emerged while the house sat silent. I hovered there for...
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