After she left, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. Something was off. I decided to investigate and went to the guest bathroom, where I found something that “sent shivers down my spine.” Deep in the trash can, buried beneath tissues and wrappers, lay toilet paper soaked in what appeared to be beef stew.
Shocked, I confronted my brother. His face turned pale as he tried to explain. He said they had eaten beef stew at a restaurant earlier that day, but how it ended up in the bathroom trash remained a baffling mystery. “It doesn’t make sense,” he stammered, unable to offer a clear explanation.
The pieces of the puzzle didn’t quite fit, leaving the evening with a strange, surreal twist. What was supposed to be a normal family introduction became a bizarre and unsettling night. We were left wondering what other secrets might lie beneath the surface, questioning what had really happened that night.
