It’s strange how fast your mind can invent a horror story from a tiny, motionless object. Every segment looked like it could open, every shadow suggested movement. I kept glancing at the cat, half expecting her to start scratching or acting weird, as if this thing had come from her. For a while, I didn’t even want to breathe too close to it, let alone touch it.
I found this on my couch. It looks kind of cr℮epy. I’ve been staring at it for an hour and still can’t figure out what it is.
