Was it crawling? There’s no way to know. The creature just… slid, using its arms to pull the weight of its body. Though the room was dimly lit, I saw the figure’s body inch closer and closer. Silence. The air was still with nothing but the smell of day-old blood and sour milk. Sat without even a twitch, I prayed it would move past me to the corpse against the refrigerator. It stopped at me, but even in arms reach I wouldn’t dare study it. In the corner of my eye I see fur. Black. Blacker than black, if that’s even possible. As it moved past me, I began to loosen up. Behind I could hear it though. It was a sound unlike anything else, somewhat like a mix between a growl and a freight train followed by a thick slosh. A pool of red flooded into my peripheral. There was the sound again. A roar of sorts. This time it was cut short, vaporized into thin air. My head turns. It was gone… and so was the body.