Now every dark corner seemed suspicious.
Every damp surface looked like a possible hiding place.
Every pipe suddenly seemed like a pathway leading somewhere I did not want to imagine.
I began thinking about the people who had used the bathroom before me.
I wondered whether anyone had noticed it.
I wondered whether someone had accidentally stepped on it.
I wondered whether it had been there for hours.
I wondered whether it had appeared only recently.
The thought of accidentally touching it made my stomach turn.
I stayed away from it while trying to understand what I was seeing.
Eventually curiosity grew stronger than fear.
I carefully moved closer and examined it again.
This time I noticed something I had not seen before.
The surface did not look like plastic.
It had a strange moist texture.
