At first, I was sure something was wrong. Those long, limp shapes hanging outside my neighbor’s house felt… off. I tried to ignore them, but every day they were still there, in the exact same place, like a quiet warning. My wife joked they looked like worms. I wasn’t laughing. I kept watching, obsessing, imagining something alive, something watching back from that wall. The wind made them sway and my heart ra… Continues…