It looked wrong the second I saw it. The kind of wrong that makes your stomach clench before your brain even catches up. Half-buried in grass and sand, its swollen shape and torn, rubbery surface didn’t look like any animal I recognized. A hard shell-like piece lay nearby, as if something had been ripped apart and left behind. I stood there, frozen, my mind racing through every disturbing possibility—mutated sea life, some diseased creature, or something far worse washed in from the deep. The longer I stared, the less sense it made, until curiosity finally pushed me to find the trut… Continues…
I was walking along the beach with my dog when we suddenly noticed this near the shore.
