I found this in my son’s room while cleaning.

forced myself to pick it up, I’d already written three horror stories in my head. I imagined calling pest control, scrubbing the whole room, maybe even throwing the mattress out. My son hovered in the doorway, half-curious, half-ready to bolt if it moved. The thing looked so disturbingly organic that every instinct told me to back away.

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