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  The long, black talons sat patiently at the end of the bed. Tapping in an almost melodical sort of way, as Annabelle stared in horror. She knew them all too well. The claws themselves looked almost as though they were made of a dark stone, while spiny black bristles stuck up in disarray. They were unlike any kind of hands she had ever seen. Not of a human nor of an animal. These were the tools of a monster. She could make out the dark padding beneath what appeared to be paws. Paws stretched far beyond what they should have been, making it seem as though they were fingers. The young girl, frozen with fear, tightened her arms around her knee