That morning, I went outside just to water the flowers and check if the cats had scattered the trash again, as they often did. But as soon as I opened the gate, an awful smell hit me. It was so strong that my chest tightened, and a metallic taste filled my mouth.
I took a few steps — and froze. On the ground, next to the flower bed, something was moving. 🫣
In front of me lay something slimy and reddish, as if it had been turned inside out. It reeked of rotting flesh, like someone had hidden a dead animal nearby. I jumped back in shock — my heart was pounding, and the worst thoughts raced through my mind.
