So he tiptoes closer, and closer to the room, and sees... something. Something that shouldn't be there—no human, no mortal. The first thing his gaze lit upon was its saw-like teeth, sharp and yellowed in its wide mouth, and then the green skin of its face.

And what was it doing—but painting something? It held a brush in hand. Despite his instincts, he stood on tiptoe to see what it painted—an irregularly-shaped canvas as big as a man, decorating it with human features—

...no. It was a human skin!