As the snow fell heavily and the cold seemed to chill directly to our bones, my partner and I sought shelter in a small cave in the side of the mountain. Lighting a small fire, we did our best to add some comfort to the cold stone chamber. We laughed and chatted for almost an hour before we fell silent, enjoying the warmth and glad to be out of the blizzard. It was a few moments into the silence that we finally noticed the sound.
Faint at first, easily covered by our previous discussion, but growing louder with each second - it was a clicking sound. Like hollow pipes rattling against each other, preceded and followed by what sounded like nails tapping against tile. We found ourselves looking to the back of the cave, as a pair of milky white eyes peered back from the shadows. I cannot speak for my friend, but I imagine he too was dumbstruck with horror as the thing continued to move closer to us. Finally as the eyes rolled back and forth, glancing over us both, a pair of little hands, like mummified claws reached forward enough to be seen clearly. They pawed at the walls of the cave, pulling forward the long limbs that connected them to the thing.
I became aware of a third sound, a heavy breathing somewhat muffled by a wet flapping sound. Before I could think about the audible madness, the creature stepped fully into the light and stood revealed. It's arms and legs each as long as I was tall, capped off in leathery claws with gnarled yellow nails. The creature's skin was pulled tight over it's bones on these limbs, giving it's movements a grotesque floatiness. The arms and legs carried a blob of flesh, no larger than that of a child, quivering with each step... Flaps of skin hanging down and shaking with the slightest movement. The hideous form was capped of with a large head, the massive eyes sunken into sockets seemingly scooped out of it's fleshy mass. The things jowls curled up into a hideous drooping maw as rows of sharp teeth closed slightly as if the nightmare was trying to mouth a word.
It took a few steps closer, almost close enough for it's extended arms to touch me - when my friend finally vocalized his horror with a loud yelp and he hurled a lit piece of wood from our fire at the thing. My instincts took over, my legs kicking me up and dashing out of the cave back into the cold. I could hear my friend's footsteps hurriedly crunching the snow behind me, but I didn't take as much notice of them as the horrid sound that overwhelmed my senses and seemed to burn itself into my being. A squealing whine; half confused whimper, and half blood curdling shriek, the thing's final sound will haunt me for the rest of my life...