I went out onto the balcony this morning and saw this on the floor.
This thing on my balcony looked wrong—flesh-colored, soft, still. For a moment, I genuinely considered calling the police. My heart was pounding, my mind trying to find any explanation that didn’t involve something serious. I took photos, zoomed in, and kept staring. The shape, the faint slime, the silence—it all felt unsettling, like something that…