You look out your bedroom window, still awake after tossing and turning for hours. As you stare out, into the dark, something briefly flashes across your field of view. After a moment of silence, you hear a low, guttural growl. You pick up the cricket bat you keep next to your dresser, and head to the front door. When you arrive you find the door already open, swinging, creaking in the night wind. Standing there before you is some arcane creature, neither beast nor man. Your eyes almost can't make out the shape of it, for it defies perception and corrupts the mind. You raise the bat.