It started like any other day—coffee in hand, half-awake, scrolling on my phone—until something odd caught my eye. I glanced up and noticed something… poking out from the corner of my ceiling. It was thin, oddly textured, and had this unnervingly snake-like vibe. At first, I froze. Was it an old wire? Maybe part of some forgotten cable installation? Or—God forbid—was something alive up there?I stared at it for a good minute, trying to convince myself it wasn’t moving. Spoiler alert: it definitely might’ve twitched. My brain instantly cycled through every worst-case scenario,
rom rogue snake to mutant worm to some kind of cursed ceiling spaghetti. Curiosity turned to concern, concern turned to dread, and suddenly I was full-on investigating like I was in a low-budget horror movie. I even grabbed a broom,not for defense—just for moral support. I was absolutely not emotionally prepared for whatever was living rent-free up there. So yeah, that’s how my normal day turned into an unplanned episode of National Geographic: Mild Suburban Panic Edition.
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