I went hiking in the forest with my son.

We were just walking, and then everything changed. The forest went from peaceful to terrifying in a heartbeat. My son stopped, pointed, and I saw it: pale, fleshy, with red, finger‑like tips pushing out of the soil. It looked wrong. It looked alive. The smell hit next—rot, damp, decay. My mind raced: animal? Human? Something else? I felt my son’s hand continue reading …