At first, I honestly thought it was just a piece of trash.
It was lying on the bathroom floor, slightly off to one side, where the light from the ceiling barely reached. From a distance, it looked like something small and rubbery that had been accidentally dropped and forgotten. It was dark, irregular, and completely out of place.
I almost ignored it.
My first thought was that it might have fallen from a cleaning product, a piece of packaging, or perhaps some broken piece of rubber. Bathrooms collect all kinds of small objects, especially around the edges of cabinets, drains, and pipes.
But then I looked at it again.
Something about it didn’t feel right.
There was something strangely organic about its shape. It wasn’t flat like a piece of plastic or paper. It looked thick and uneven, almost as if it had a body. The more I stared at it, the more uncomfortable I became.
