I found this in my girlfriend’s room, under the wa

I almost called pest control. My hands were shaking.

This thing under her wardrobe looked like it had crawled out of a nightmare.

Dust, hair, weird texture, like something half-alive, half-rotting. I sat there, frozen, replaying every horror movie I’d ever seen. Ask her?

I kept turning it over in my fingers with a tissue, convinced I’d uncovered some continue reading …