Watching this beast of rot ambulate through your backyard, a sense of udder terror rips through your mouth and down into your throat, pulling on your stomach and begging to vomit. As the husk walks between you and the fencing of home, thick, yellow blood stretches alongside the barely surviving skin. Bones are cropped out from every limb of the beast, and one loose eyeball sways back and forth wildly with every step. Yellow blood begins to drip off of this thing and onto the once green grass, which suddenly curls up to run away from it all.

These... things, they can't be natural. It's made obvious by how they stare blankly at passersby, almost judging them by looks which one to eat. How the slink into the shadows at mention of mages or the like, silently waiting for a chance to strike their target, the tree they hold onto as they wait screaming in agony at the rotting flesh left hanging on it's bark as the hand slides off of it.

And they dress like Himmel folk.