Something monstrous on the prowl

Torn rags barely covered the thing that shambled in. Along with the arm Annette saw earlier, the person's flesh was riddled with wounds, sores and now splintered wood. Despite the terrible condition of the body, no visible blood came out from it, just a horrible, thick, brownish fluid...

Its equally scarred face lacked any sort of expression other than a slightly pained one. The absence of lips showed off its dirty, sparse yellow teeth and its lifeless eyes slowly surveyed the room.

Whatever this thing is, it was certainly not alive. Annette had figured this out even before the wafting of rotten meat tainted the entire house. Her eyes watered at the offensive stench and she moved a hand up to cover her nose. Even breathing it in from a fair distance felt like a strong poison to her body...

Hunched over, it took clumsy steps towards the empty kitchen, sniffing the air occasionally as it hunted for the occupant. A few moments passed and it turned away from the kitchen and returned back again into the living room, searching more intently. It grew impatient, knocking chairs and other small items out of its path as it continued the hunt.

Annette could feel the stress rising within her as it grew more violent, trashing her house and exhausting almost all of the spots that she had regretted not hiding in after her **** choice of the closet. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as her mind considered what would happen if that lumbering nightmare found her.

About 30 stress-filled minutes passed and the intense odour continued to **** Annette's senses. All of a sudden, a particularly loud shriek from the village caused the wounded creature to crane it's neck back towards the sound with frightening speed, but it also caused Annette, who was thoroughly on-edge, as the monster was beginning to close the gap between her and her hiding spot, to jump in fear, pushing her back upright against the wall.

The vibrations travelled up the wall, sending a music box, given to her by her favourite courter, teetering over the edge of a wooden shelf next to her. Annette noticed the movement in the corner of her eye, her blood going cold as it began to fall.