Your breathing increased, heart pounding as you had snuck into Mr. Peterson's basement, lights projected, as a figure with black feather like filaments for hair, no hair, no ears. Roamed around, emitting caw-vibrating noises. The being wore a infused white raven beak mask, with white glowing eyes. Beaming light.

......RRRRRRRRRAAA

The entity wore a black overcoat, black belted pants, black boots. Black gloves, dark grey shirt. The being was The Thing, a representation of fear and guilt.