I saw something strange on the floor at home and wanted to touch it, but suddenly it started moving: I was horrified when I realized that it was

I paused, tilting my head slightly, trying to make sense of it.

It looked like a piece of a plant—maybe part of a vine that had fallen from somewhere. Or maybe a toy. Something plastic. Something harmless.

It had a smooth shape.

Too smooth.

Too perfectly formed.

And then there were those… little horn-like shapes on its sides.

“Did this fall from something?” I muttered to myself.

I took a step closer.

Then another.

Still no movement.