That morning I went out onto the balcony and noticed something strange moving inside the wall. At that moment I was overcome with pure terror, especially when I realized what it was.

That morning, I stepped onto the balcony without thinking. I opened the window, breathed in the fresh air, and let my body wake up slowly. It was a habit, an automatic ritual to start the day. Nothing suggested that in just a few seconds, that peaceful routine would be shattered.

Then my eyes stopped on the wall.

Something was there. Something moving.

At first, the motion was subtle, almost unreal. A slow, irregular shifting that made my stomach tighten. My mind scrambled for explanations. A shadow, perhaps. Then a far more alarming thought struck me. A snake. My heart jumped. My hands began to sweat. I stood frozen, staring, afraid to even blink.

Fear of the unknown

The longer I watched, the stranger it seemed. The movement was not smooth like a serpent. It was jerky, clumsy, desperate. Part of the creature appeared to be inside the wall, while a thin tail remained outside, twitching helplessly.