It came to life one night. We gathered after a meal and it joined us as if it had always been there. The pulsing spectre arms reached out to claw at the ground, dragging the floating amalgam of discarded clothing and armour along with it, slotting itself between us like an old friend.
We knew it wasn't right, yet none of us spoke of it - like it was some sort of taboo to call out the mockery sitting with us. Even as it chittered and "spoke" in a voice that felt like every word was clawing out sideways in our minds.
No one dared speak of it. And it just laughed silently at us.










