I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was horribly wrong. The “thing” on the bathroom floor looked like a fragment of a nightmare: long, curved, segmented, still twitching as water from the shower trickled past. I kept my distance, too scared to get closer, yet too fascinated to look away. My brain ran through every horror scenario I’d ever heard—skin parasites, strange worms, invasive bugs hiding in drains.
I was taking a shower when I suddenly noticed this on my shoulder.
