This was supposed to be a peaceful morning walk.
The sky was calm, the waves were soft, and then my dog froze.
He had never reacted like that before.
What I saw lying near the shoreline made my stomach twist. It looked wrong — too big, too sharp, too still. I tried to look away, but curiosity, fear, and something darker pulled me
I stood there, torn between stepping closer and turning back. The thing’s long, twisted form lay half-buried in wet sand, its gaping mouth frozen in a permanent snarl. My dog whined behind me, pulling gently on the leash as if begging me to leave it alone. The waves crept in and out, nudging its body just enough to make it look almost alive.
