They were two headed, sometimes three.
Their gesticulating hands not a dance but a confusion.
Sometimes they were seen walking on their hands or bouncing off their bums.
I could hear them speak, yet nothing was ever said.
Many thought they had retractable claws. Never seen, but upon waking deep red painful grooves could often be found.
The stench that followed them, unbearable.
It was believed they chanted through the night, weaving spells of evil magic.
When you woke in the morning you felt as if you were buried in something thick.
Some could peel the sludge off easily, others spent hours finding their way.
And some felt the sludge so familiar, they didn't realize they carried it with them.