The old wood cabin smelled of musk and wood. A lone candle sat on a wicker table in one corner of the room; some rusty farm tools in the adjacent corner. A small metal vent hummed above the door, pumping in air from the outside. An old rattle snakeskin lay draped over an aging block of firewood, it's scales were moldy from the water that fell through the celing. A single old wagon wheel lay against the side of the one window, casting an odd-shaped shadow around the room. A single white feather lay still on the bow of the window sill. The rain pounded on the roof. An occasional lightning strike illumitated the cabin's darkened walls every other minute. other than that the only light in the room was the gentle flicker of the candle in the corner. A man, roughly in his thirties, dark blonde hair, pale white skin, round emerald eyes, sat on a chair by what used to be a fireplace. He palmed a small stone in his hand, bored because he couldn't sleep with this storm. Another strike of lightning hit. He was caught off guard and jumped a little. He continued to stare at the stone. It was a pebble he had plucked from the river. Slightly red in tint, the pebble was like any other rock you'd see. smooth and brittle, the man tossed the stone behind him into a pile of pebbles he had collected while fishing in the river. The man grew weary, and decided he would try again to fall asleep. A lone bed was on the opposite side of the candle, and had blankets made of sheepskin. The man lay down, yet try as he might he couldn't fall asleep, for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off the one window in the cabin. He had seen something moving. What it was he had no clue. likely a deer, or hopefully a bear sniffing one of his traps out in the woods. A few minutes had passed. Try as he might, he couldn't look away from the window. A small part of the back of his mind kept telling him to not dare take his eyes off the window. The storm picked up. A small tree branch was thrown so hard by the wind, that it broke the glass on the single windowed cabin. The man was shocked out of his trance. He gazed around at his cabin, then noticed the hole in the glass. He got up out of bed and made his way across the creaking floor. he stopped by the window and picked up the twig. He sighed. He'd have to buy some glass from either Trost, or somewhere in Wall Sina tomorrow. While Sina was closer to his cabin, glass was more pricey, Trost was a few miles farther away, but had lower prices. He debated which district he would buy from in his head as he walked back to bed. Then he heard a faint noise. It sounded like water, yet...much more slow and thick. It sounded disgusting. He felt the hair on his body stand up straight, and felt uneasy. His eyes darted around the room, but nothing of interest caught his eye. He heard the sound closest to the door, so he backed away to where his bed was on the other side of the cabin. He kept his eyes locked on the window. Another flash of lightning. For the brief moment it lit up the darkened forest he saw something. Something...that looked human, well, almost human. The outline of it's figure was distorted, shapeless, dead. It looked black, shadowy and... almost human. He panicked. Who, or what could it be? 

"h-hello!?" he called out at the figure

no response. The room fell into silence. The figure just stood, and watched. A silent observer from beyond the glass wall of the old window. Then it reached to wiggle it's hand through the hole the branch made. It was black. Black like a shadow. It's hand and arm looked to be made of black liquid. Some strange black liquid. The figure collapsed into a pile of black mucus, and slowly squeezed itself through the window. It fell into a pile on the floor, then reshaped itself back into a human-like form. A yellow eye-like shape was on it's face. Other than that it's face had no features. It's human impression was complete with black, spiky, sticky hair, and it even looked like it had clothes on. Though you couldn't really tell in the darkened cabin. It even gave itself the appearance of having a fedora on. The man was terrified. The creature looked around the cabin, then locked it's gaze on the man. It looked curious, confused, the eye on it's head seemed to stare through him, gazing elsewhere into the darkness. The man, shaking with fear, picked up an old candle stick and chucked it at the creature, he shouted at it, trying to scare it away. The candle made contact with the liquid figure, but fell through it's liquid body. The creature stared the man dead in the eyes, and walked forward, slowly. The man had backed himself into a corner. He could only stand there, shaking, staring back at that single, hollow, yellow eye. his heart felt like it would stop any minute from exaustion. The creature was only a few feet away by now. It gazed at the man. The yellow eye design on it's face looked down on the man with no emotion, no sorrow. The creature almost looked sorry for a moment, then It held one of it's arms out toward him. He backed away, up against the wall at this point. The creature's arm extended towards the man, and grabbed him by the throat. He was lifted off his feet, yet it did not feel like he was choking. The creature's other arm forced his mouth open, and stuck it's long, black, liquid tendrils down his throat. Then up his nose, then in his ears. The man began to suffocate. He made choaking noises, and began to wriggle around. He tried to get the creature's arms off of him, but his hands only flailed through the black liquid. The creature's tendrils reached down through his stomach, up into his lungs, around his beating heart. Then it began to pull. Slowly, and painfully, The man's skin began to peel apart at the dividing line. He tried to scream, but it was muffled out by the tendrils. Then his bones began to crack. Spurts of blood shot out along the breaking line. You could hear the sound of contorting flesh, the cracking of his bones. The creature pulled, and pulled in many directions, until he had torn the man in half. He dropped the two halves of the body on the floor. IT took one last gaze around the cabin, then squeezed back out through the window. Organs and entrails lined the floor, as blood slowly covered the old cabin floor. The cabin no longer smelled of musk ans wood, but rather the smell of iron, iron found in blood. The military police found him a few days later. The man hadn't showed up to work 5 days straight, so his boss told the military police to put a pink slip on his door. They saw the whole thing. Two halves of a body on the floor,  organs thrown around the room like children's playthings. They stared in shock, as the pooling blood continued to pour out of the man's black mucus filled corpse. They didn't know what to do. How could they? How could this of happened? Nothing made sense. The military police had no clue what to do, what to even say. The case was dispelled as a freak "accident" and left in the aging file cabinets of the MP's filing system to collect dust for all of eternity. Little did they know. If they had investigated more, they could of been prepared for what happened 50 years later.