I couldn’t shake the image of that thing on the tiles, lying there as if it had simply dropped out of the ceiling. The shape bothered me most: thick, uneven, disturbingly organic. I kept replaying who had used the bathroom, whether anyone had stepped on it, whether it had crawled in from somewhere darker, wetter, unseen.
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