A woman arrives at the hospital, crying in pain from a stomach ache. After performing an ultrasound, doctors decide to operate immediately. What no one expected was that something terrifying would come out of her.

Rose was in the kitchen, focused on preparing lunch, when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach—an intense, completely unusual pain, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Startled, she dropped the pan on the floor, spilling the ingredients. Anthony, her husband, heard the noise and rushed to the kitchen, worried…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

“Rose, what happened? Are you okay?” he asked, eyes wide open.

She tried to downplay it, putting a hand on her stomach and forcing a smile to reassure him. “It’s nothing, Anthony. Just a bit of a stomach cramp. The pain’s gone now.”

Even so, he helped her clean up the mess the fallen pan had caused. But Anthony couldn’t ignore what he had noticed over the past few days. In a careful tone, since he knew how much his wife worried about her body, he remarked, “I’ve already noticed that your belly seems a bit swollen lately. Don’t you think it’s better to see a doctor about it?”

Rose rolled her eyes, brushing off her husband’s comment. “Swelling? That means nothing, Anthony. I overate the past few weeks, that’s all. I’ll just hit the gym harder, cut down on my eating a bit, and you’ll see—I’ll be fine soon.”

Anthony, however, persisted, though in a joking tone. “Still, it’s worth checking out. You’ve never gained weight out of nowhere like this. If I didn’t know we can’t have more kids, I’d say you’re pregnant.”

She let out a laugh and shook her head. “Oh, Anthony, it’s not that at all.”

Yet his expression remained worried. In the days that followed, Rose made a point of following a strict diet and intensifying her exercise routine. She ran, biked, and carefully watched what she ate. But to her surprise, her belly did not shrink; in fact, it seemed to grow larger each day. What worried her most, however, was the pain, which became constant, along with the strange sensation that something was moving inside her.

Rose tried to convince herself it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. At 50 years old, Rose had always taken good care of herself. A mother of three children, all born at home, she avoided hospitals at all costs. To her, hospitals were for serious cases, and she only resorted to natural remedies; a good cup of tea always cured any ache or discomfort.

Her husband, Anthony, at 55 years old, was the opposite. If he felt any symptom, no matter how mild, he was ready to go to the hospital to make sure nothing worse would happen. And now, seeing his wife suffer more and more, he insisted that she seek medical help.

One morning, after a sleepless night due to the discomfort in her stomach, Rose got up and went to the mirror. Seeing her reflection, she realized that her belly looked even bigger than the day before. She ran her hand over it, and for a moment, the idea of pregnancy crossed her mind. She had heard of women getting pregnant at 50, and though it seemed unlikely, it was the only explanation that made any sense. However, she quickly dismissed the thought; she had entered menopause over three years ago. No, pregnancy was impossible.

A little while later, Anthony entered the room and noticed his wife’s worried look. “Rose, that’s enough. This has gone too far. You need to go to the hospital. You can’t keep ignoring this pain and swelling.”

She shook her head. “Not today. The kids are coming to visit with the little ones, and I want to enjoy the day with them. I’ll make some tea, and the pain will pass soon. It’s probably just fluid retention, that’s all.”

Anthony huffed, exasperated. “You’re too stubborn. One day, I’ll have to drag you there by force.”

Later, the couple’s children arrived for the family lunch, bringing the grandchildren for a special moment. Rose chose a long dress in an attempt to hide her bulging belly, but the swelling did not go unnoticed. The children, surprised, even joked, thinking she might be pregnant. Anthony then took the opportunity to explain to the kids that their mother had been dealing with stomach pain and a growing belly, but that, stubborn as she was, she refused to go to the hospital.

Trying to reassure them, Rose started to say that everything was fine, but suddenly, an intense pain, even stronger than the previous ones, took over her body. She could barely stay on her feet and almost collapsed, only to be held up by her eldest son. Everyone became concerned, insisting that she go to the hospital. But Rose refused again; she explained that she didn’t want to waste the precious time she had with her children, who lived far away and couldn’t visit often.

“I promise,” she said, gasping in pain, “if this pain doesn’t go away by the end of the week, I’ll go to the hospital.”

The family accepted the promise, still fearful of what might be happening, not knowing that from that point on, the worst moments were yet to come.

Two days passed since the children’s visit, and Rose still hadn’t gone to the hospital. Anthony was frantic, watching his wife’s belly grow at an alarming rate; it looked as if she were about to give birth at any moment, but both of them knew there was no baby inside. Besides, a baby wouldn’t grow that quickly.

That morning, Anthony woke up irritated. During the night, he had noticed his wife tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to the pain and the unsettling sensation of something moving inside her. As he went downstairs to the kitchen, he found her preparing yet another tea with herbs she had picked from the garden. She tried to force a smile, though even she didn’t believe her own words.

Before Anthony could say anything, Rose spoke first. “Today, Anthony, this pain is going to go away for good. This tea is the best in the world. You’ll see, my belly will go down,” she said, trying to sound confident.

Anthony, already out of patience, responded with determination. “Today, this stops for good. I’m taking you to the hospital, Rose, whether you like it or not.” He looked at her firmly and, in an authoritative voice, added, “Go take a shower and change your clothes, because we are going now.”

Rose shouted, refusing to leave. “I’m not going, Anthony! There’s nothing wrong with me.”

But the man, already decided, grabbed her arm, ready to drag her to the hospital if necessary. At that exact moment, Rose let out a deep scream—a scream of pain that echoed through the house—and collapsed into her husband’s arms, who was terrified. He helped her sit on the floor, thinking that if they waited a few moments, maybe the pain would pass. But this time, the pain was different—intense and constant, fixed in her stomach, with no sign of relief.

Rose began to feel the strange movement inside her intensify, as if something was alive inside her, trying to get out. Anthony, alarmed, put his hand on his wife’s belly and, feeling something move beneath her skin, recoiled, nearly jumping backward. “My God! What is that?” he exclaimed, his eyes wide in horror.

Wasting no more time, he grabbed the car keys and helped Rose to her feet with great effort, taking her to the vehicle. She was screaming in pain, and this time, there were no more excuses—they had to go to the hospital.

On the way, Anthony, nervous, commented, “Rose, you should have gone to the hospital a long time ago. You’re so stubborn.”

But she just cried, unable to respond. Trying to soothe her own guilt, she murmured, “I should have had my tea.”

Anthony, frustrated, did not reply, focusing solely on getting to the hospital as quickly as possible.

When they parked, the nurses heard Rose’s screams from afar and ran to assist her. One of the nurses, seeing that Rose could barely walk, immediately called for a stretcher. Seeing the size of her belly, the nurse could not hide her surprise and said out loud, “We have a pregnant woman in labor here!”

Rose, exhausted from the pain, couldn’t respond; she could only cry. Anthony, desperate, helped get her onto the stretcher and begged them to take her to the emergency room as quickly as possible.

The doctor on duty, Dr. Emily, an experienced obstetrician, approached swiftly, observing the patient closely. “How many weeks along?” asked the doctor, her professional demeanor unwavering as she analyzed Rose’s swollen belly.

Between sobs, Rose managed to answer, “I… I’m not pregnant.”

And Anthony added urgently, “My wife has been in menopause for over three years. She’s 50 years old—there’s no way she’s pregnant.”

Dr. Emily frowned, surprised, and placed her hand on Rose’s belly. To her astonishment, she felt something move inside. Though skeptical, she commented, “It’s very rare, yes, and unlikely at her age, especially after menopause. But this belly looks very much like a pregnant one.”

“This is the first time she’s come to the hospital since the swelling began,” Anthony explained. “My wife hates hospitals. She insisted that everything was fine.”

“Did you do any pregnancy tests?” Dr. Emily asked.

Rose, with great effort, responded, almost in desperation. “Doctor, I’ve told you I’m not pregnant.”

Convinced that she needed to determine what was really happening, Dr. Emily decided that an ultrasound would be the first step. She couldn’t administer any medication or injection to relieve Rose’s pain without first being certain that there was no baby in that belly. To Emily, everything pointed to there being one.

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albeit without much conviction, the doctor asked her to hang in there a little longer and moved her to the examination room, where they would perform the ultrasound. Rose sobbed in pain and looked at her husband, her eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Anthony. I should have gone to the hospital sooner. I was stubborn.”

Anthony squeezed his wife’s hand tightly, trying to offer some sense of security, though he himself was consumed with uncertainty and fear about what they were about to find out.

A few moments later, Rose was in the ultrasound room, lying on the examination bed, the pain still radiating from her stomach. She watched as Dr. Emily prepared the procedure. The doctor, her face tense, applied the cold gel to Rose’s swollen belly. And as she glided her hands, she again felt that strange movement beneath the skin. This time, however, she realized that movement was very different from anything she had ever felt in her patients.

Throughout her career, Dr. Emily had touched thousands of pregnant bellies. She knew, with instinctive precision, what it felt like to have a baby moving inside a woman. But this… this did not have the slightest sign of being a baby. It was a pulsating movement, continuous, without the natural gentleness of a fetus—something that seemed to swim, moving in waves.

Dr. Emily hurriedly applied the gel, instructing Rose to stay calm and move as little as possible, even though she knew the pain was tormenting her. She turned on the ultrasound machine, took a deep breath, and ran the sensor across Rose’s swollen belly, already anticipating that she would see something completely abnormal on the screen. She was certain of it. Within just a few minutes of observing Rose, the obstetrician knew that the pains she was experiencing were not contractions, and that belly wasn’t carrying a baby. She only needed confirmation to support what her instincts were already telling her.

The confirmation came, and it was like a bombshell. When the images from inside Rose’s belly appeared on the ultrasound screen, Dr. Emily nearly fell backward, horrified. Yes, there was something inside the woman’s belly—something that moved incessantly, as if swimming in her stomach, darting in all directions with abrupt, determined movements.

Rose and Anthony, seeing the doctor’s face and the image on the screen, were equally terrified. Rose, her voice weak and scared, tried to ask, “What is it, Doctor? For God’s sake, what is inside me?”

But Emily didn’t want to say anything right there. Trying to remain composed, she called a nurse and asked her to bring Dr. Leonard, a specialist in gastroenterology. Upon hearing the nurse’s urgent account, Dr. Leonard arrived in the room in a matter of minutes. As soon as he saw the image on the ultrasound screen, his reaction was immediate. He jumped in shock, letting out an exclamation of disbelief.

“Oh my God, this can’t be real.”

The vision on the screen was frightening and deeply unsettling. Rose, forgetting her pain for a moment, looked at Leonard, eyes wide, desperate for an answer. “Doctor, what is happening? What do I have inside me?” she insisted, almost begging for an explanation.

But just like Emily, Leonard remained silent, exchanging tense glances with the obstetrician. After a few moments of silence, Dr. Leonard took a deep breath and, visibly shaken, said that they needed to take her to an endoscopy room.

“We need more information to confirm what we’re seeing, Rose,” he said. “We need to perform an endoscopy. Only then will we understand what’s really happening.”

“But what is it?” Anthony asked, equally frightened. “Do you know what it is?”

Emily looked at both of them and replied, “The only thing I can say for certain is that, whatever it is, we will need to remove it surgically. That thing, whatever it is, needs to come out of you, Rose.”

Rose began to tremble, feeling her hands go cold and shaky. “Surgery?” She, who avoided hospitals at all costs, who always stayed away and turned to home remedies for any discomfort, now had to face surgery. How could this have happened? How had something like that ended up in her belly? Her mind filled with unanswered questions.

Anthony was just as terrified, his mind awash with disturbing thoughts. The situation was difficult to accept, and he could barely imagine what lay ahead. But at that moment, he knew he had to stay strong and remain by his wife’s side, even without understanding what it all meant. He held her hand tightly, his voice calm as he repeated over and over, “Everything will be all right, my love. I’m here with you. We’ll get through this together.”

Rose was taken to the endoscopy room, where they administered light sedation to help her relax and endure the examination. Dr. Emily stayed close, assisting Leonard, while a few nurses stood by, ready for any eventuality. Other doctors at the hospital, already informed about the unusual case, were also on standby, ready to assist if necessary. The hospital, quieter than usual, seemed to have everyone’s attention focused on Rose and the strange thing she was carrying in her stomach—something that did not stop moving beneath her skin.

When the endoscopy camera finally reached Rose’s stomach, Leonard stared at the image in disbelief. His suspicions were confirmed. Even under the light sedation, Rose remained conscious, and at the end of the procedure, struggling to contain her anxiety, she asked the doctor, “What do I have inside me?”

Dr. Leonard took a deep breath before answering, his tone serious. “Rose, what you have inside your belly is a tapeworm.”

Anthony and Rose looked at each other, stunned.

“A tapeworm?” Anthony, shocked, questioned. “But a tapeworm, Doctor? How is that possible? I’ve never heard of a tapeworm that size. This is… monstrous.”

Leonard, still looking at the images, nodded gravely. “Yes, you’re right. This tapeworm is something we’ve never seen before. It seems that somehow there was a genetic mutation that caused it to grow hundreds of times larger than normal. I have no idea how this could have happened, but it is a mutant tapeworm, and we need to remove it as soon as possible.”

Emily, seeing Rose’s terrified expression, added firmly, “As I said, Rose, we will need to perform surgery immediately. That thing needs to come out of your body.”

Rose felt her heart race, but after a long sigh, she looked at her husband and, though filled with fear, nodded. With a trembling but resolute voice, she pleaded with the doctors, “Please, get this out of me.”

To include that intriguing case, yet another specialist was called, an experienced surgeon. The doctors were concerned that, due to the abnormal size of the tapeworm, it might have fed on some of Rose’s stomach tissue, perhaps explaining the constant pain she had been experiencing. The situation was increasingly terrifying, but Rose, now resolute, wanted only one thing—to be rid of that repulsive creature inside her as quickly as possible.

It didn’t take long before Rose was taken to the operating room. Around her were three doctors, the nurses, and Anthony, who was allowed to stay by her side, despite his visible apprehension. Dr. Emily began to explain the procedure. Rose would receive local anesthesia, and an incision would be made in her belly, similar to a C-section.

“Don’t worry,” reassured Leonard. “You won’t feel any pain, and soon, the parasite will be out of you.”

Everyone present tried to calm her, explaining the steps patiently. Soon, the anesthetist approached with the needle, and as she watched him prepare to administer the anesthesia, Rose’s eyes widened, visibly terrified.

Suddenly, she let out a scream, begging him to stay away. “Calm down, my love,” Anthony said, squeezing her hand. “It’s going to be all right.”

Rose shook her head, still frightened. “That’s not it. I… I’m feeling something different now—a strange pain, but not like the others.”

Emily leaned in, concerned. “What kind of pain? Can you describe it?”

“There’s no time!” Rose shouted, her eyes wide with panic. She jumped off the bed and stood up hastily, ignoring the astonished looks around her. Leonard tried to call her back, asking her to calm down, but she only sped up, yelling, “I need to go to the bathroom now!”

Dr. Emily, both intrigued and worried, followed Rose, who practically threw herself into the bathroom of the room and slammed the door shut.

After a few seconds, Rose opened the door with a look of pure relief and the smile of someone who had just solved the biggest problem in the world. “It’s out,” she said, with a satisfaction that no one there had imagined she would have. “The tapeworm is out.”

Surprised, Emily looked towards the toilet, and there it was—the parasite, swimming in the water. Rose, on the other hand, seemed to feel lighter and healthier than ever. She walked back to Anthony calmly and, with a touch of humor, commented, “I knew my tea would do the trick. That tea I was making before you dragged me here was actually a laxative tea.”

That was enough to provoke laughter from everyone present, all relieved in the face of such an absurd situation. After the laughter, Dr. Leonard, still intrigued by the giant parasite, put on gloves to carefully retrieve it. Later, he sent the specimen to the lab for analysis, and, as he suspected, the results confirmed it: it was indeed a mutant tapeworm. It was simply a tapeworm that somehow had grown excessively.

To ensure everything was fine, Rose underwent further examinations. The doctors confirmed that there were no remnants of the parasite in her body and

that the tissues in her stomach were intact, without damage. She was well, relieved, and healthier than ever.

After analysis, they concluded that she had probably ingested some contaminated food and that, by a terrible stroke of bad luck, the parasite had grown abnormally inside her. Fortunately, it seemed there had only been one, which Rose had managed to expel.

After that day, Rose decided that she would never again neglect medical care. She understood that, although her teas and home remedies were great for many situations, seeing a doctor was essential when symptoms persisted. From then on, she started attending regular checkups, along with Anthony, happy and confident that she would have many more years of healthy life with her beloved and relieved, knowing that a giant tapeworm would never again grow inside her stomach—at least, that was what she hoped.