I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened right where I stood. The object looked torn, wet, and oddly shaped, like it didn’t quite belong to this world. Every guess I made only made it worse: some unknown creature, a disease-ridden fungus, a warning left by someone who wanted me afraid. I walked circles around it, searching for tracks, feathers, blood, anything that might explain why it was on my porch and not somewhere deep in the woods.
This morning, I stepped out onto my porch to enjoy a cup of coffee and discovered this on the ground.
