The truzirii (/tɹuˈziːɹi/) is a thin, wooden stranger1 with jointed arms . ... as though made of wood.
.. but not limited to attics2 ...
The truzirii is narrow enough to fit in any gap less than an inch and a half in width. .. lives in as small a space as possible. Behind large pieces of furniture, .. .. .. but the more hidden-away .. the better. Getting inside the walls is .... . ... ideal. The truzirii is also light-avoidant, preferring ...
Aside from this hiding behaviour, it engages in few other unprompted actions towards the world, except towards human corpses. ... . . ..... ...... and it always emerges from its hiding spot and attempts to claw these dead bodies back into its lair3. Though the truzirii is sturdier and stronger than it appears, its physical form is largely ... .. ......... . unsuited towards such a task4.
Its only social behaviour is to stand side-by-side with another of its kind when unable to find a space in which to hide (with two truzirii never sharing a space). Two truzirii move as one5.
If a sensitive places a weapon on the floor, a small minority (5%) of truzirii ... come out and try to push the weapon towards the sensitive ... ... ... not ceasing, but never attacking either directly or using this implement. It speaks .. . its voice replicates the sounds the weapon might make – gunshots, knife scrapes and stabs, with some gasps6 that7 ... ...
"It was there amongst the tree-line, evenly between two thin saplings that grew with just a few inches' gap between them. The smallest space it was likely to find, if I remembered much about this one...I thought of shining my flashlight on it to give it a scare, but soon thought better of wasting my battery on such horseplay.
But, I couldn't be completely heartless. They'd become my friends, whether I wanted to admit it or not. I knew I couldn't leave it without a memento; so I took that letter from my pocket, placed it at its feet. As I put the letter on the ground, I noticed a name upon the back that had escaped my notice before.
I walked away, and right behind me, heard the sound of choking.
I still remembered everything it said...so if I met her, I'd know just what to tell her.
I never came back that way again."