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 went out onto the balcony completely automatically—to open the window, take a breath, and wake up. And suddenly, it was as if my gaze stumbled on the wall. Something was there. It was moving. Slowly, strangely, as if it had a life of its own. My insides clenched. My first thought was a shadow. My second was a snake. My heart sank, my palms became sweaty, and my breathing became ragged. I froze and simply stared, afraid to even blink. But the longer I looked, the more I realized: it didn’t look like a snake. Its movements were different—not smooth, but jerky, helpless. The creature seemed to be reaching forward, moving inside the wall, but its tail remained outside. “”Probably something huge with a thin tail,”” I thought. A wave of anxiety and disgust, mixed with fear, washed over me. I felt like I’d seen something forbidden, something not meant for the eyes. I wanted to scream and, at the same time, just leave and forget. When I found out what exactly was in my wall, I was horrified 😢😲 Details in the first comment

## That Morning on the Balcony: When the Wall Came Alive

That morning began like so many others—quiet, automatic, almost forgettable. I stepped out onto the balcony half-awake, guided by habit rather than intention. The air was cool, the city still shaking off sleep. I opened the window to let in fresh air, hoping it would clear the fog from my mind and gently pull me into the day.

And then my eyes caught on the wall.

At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. It was one of those moments when your brain lags behind reality, when your gaze *stumbles* instead of lands. Something was wrong. Something was… moving.

Slowly. Strangely.

The wall—solid, familiar, inert—seemed to pulse. A shape shifted beneath the surface, as if the structure itself had come alive. My stomach tightened instantly. My first thought was that it was a shadow, maybe cast by something outside. I blinked. The movement continued.

My second thought was far worse.

*A snake.*

My heart dropped so hard it felt like it hit my feet. My palms went slick with sweat. My breathing turned shallow and uneven, each breath a conscious effort. I froze, rooted to the spot, afraid that even blinking might somehow make it worse.

The thing was moving inside the wall.

Not slithering—no, that would have almost been comforting in its familiarity. This movement was wrong. Jerky. Uneven. Helpless. It looked like something struggling rather than hunting. Like something trapped.

The shape pushed forward, inch by inch, as if trying to escape. And then I saw it clearly: a thin tail protruding from a narrow crack in the wall. The rest of the body was hidden, swallowed by concrete.

“Probably something huge with a thin tail,” my mind offered unhelpfully.

That’s when the fear truly set in.
Continue reading…