I was coming home in the evening. It was an ordinary day, and I wasn’t expecting anything unusual. As I approached our front door, I noticed a small movement on the floor out of the corner of my eye. At first, I thought it was just a mouse—something that can happen in apartment buildings. But something made me stop and look more closely… 🐭⚠️

When I stepped closer and the light fell directly on it, my heart skipped a beat. This was not an ordinary mouse. It had almost no fur, its body was oddly shaped, and its movements were strangely calm. The most frightening part was its appearance—it felt like this creature didn’t belong here at all. That was the moment I realized something was wrong. 😨🔍

For a few seconds, I just stood there, not knowing what to do. It didn’t run away or panic, as if it was completely confident in its place. The silence only made the situation more tense. I started wondering how such an animal could have appeared near our front door—and whether this was really the first time… 🕳️🤔

There was one small detail I hadn’t noticed at first, but once I did, it completely changed everything. And when I realized what it actually was, I was left frozen in fear. 😨😨

The faint sound coming from near the door was easy to ignore at first. The apartment was quiet, an ordinary evening, nothing unusual. But a few seconds later, something made me turn around. At the point where the wall met the floor, right beside the door, there was a small creature. 😟

At first glance, it looked like a mouse. But only at first glance. 🐭

It had no fur. Almost none at all. Its skin was pale and stretched, its body strangely elongated. It stood there with open eyes, without panic, without running. I froze for a few seconds, trying to understand whether what I was seeing was real. 😨

Fear came afterward. 😰

“How did this get into my house?” My thoughts raced. I had never seen a mouse there before. The door was closed. The apartment was clean. And yet, it was there. Real. Breathing. 😳

I took a step back. 🚶‍♀️

It did not run away. 😬

That was the most disturbing part. Ordinary mice flee at the slightest movement. But this one simply tilted its head slightly, as if… it was studying me. 👀

I tried to make noise. I pushed a chair gently. My heart was pounding. It still didn’t run. At that moment, I realized this was not a house mouse. This was something I had never encountered before. 💥

My hands were shaking, but I managed to take out my phone and snap a photo. When I looked at the picture, a chill ran down my spine. I had seen this before. Not in real life, but online. In an article that once seemed merely strange. 🥶

A naked mole-rat. 📱

I looked at the creature again. Slowly, it moved toward the wall, found a tiny crack—so narrow I had never noticed it—and disappeared inside. 🕳️

The apartment fell silent again. 🤐

But inside me, everything was loud. 🫀

I closed the door, sat on the couch, and stared at the empty space for a few seconds. Was it imagination? No. The photo was still on my phone. Solid proof. 📸

I opened the internet. First, I typed “hairless mouse.” Then, “strange mouse without fur.” A few seconds later, the screen showed exactly what I had seen near my door. Under the images, it said: naked mole-rat. 🌐

I kept reading, growing more uneasy. 😖

It turned out this was a subterranean animal from Africa. It rarely gets sick, barely feels pain, and lives in dark, enclosed spaces. And most importantly—it cannot simply appear in an apartment by accident. 🌍

That question began spinning in my head and wouldn’t let me rest:
How did it get here? ❓

I remembered that renovation work had recently been done in our building. Walls were broken, pipes replaced. Maybe it had come in with construction materials. Or perhaps someone had kept it as an exotic pet and later released it. 🧱

The next day, I deliberately watched that section of the wall. Every small sound made me tense. And a few hours later… it appeared again. ⏳

This time, it was bolder. 😯

It moved slowly across the floor, sniffing around, then stopped. I stood a few meters away, holding my breath. It looked at me. It wasn’t afraid. That look unsettled me the most. 👁️

I understood then—this was a creature that could not survive here. No food, no proper conditions. As strange as it was, it wasn’t dangerous, but it didn’t belong here either. 🧠

I called animal control. At first, they didn’t understand what I was describing. I sent them the photo. A few minutes later, their tone changed. 📞

When they arrived, it was back in the hole. They opened the wall, carefully removed it, and took it away. They said such cases are rare, but possible. 🚐

The apartment was quiet again. 🏠

But I wasn’t the same. From that day on, I never say, “That can’t happen.” Because sometimes the strangest, most unbelievable stories don’t happen in movies. 🎬

They appear right next to your own front door. 🚪