In all nine centuries of their recorded existence they've never crossed the threshold before. They simply pick the unpickable locks, unbolt the welded-on bars, effectively open any door they feel like and just sit there. They may not have eyes but all accounts from afflicted persons say that they felt watched by these featureless deer-like creatures.
I say deer-like only to reflect the bulky, stilt-legged nature they possess whilst simultaneously being utterly devoid of eyes, ears, mouth or any kind of orifice whatsoever. Yet without all this, without fingers or hands or hooves they are able to violate the sanctity of the home and for what purpose?
To sit and stare in the hope that the hapless victim flees their home, falling right into their trap?
To force us to confront our fear of death whilst accepting our fragile mortality?
To distract us from the faint scraping sound of an upstairs window opening?
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