[ WP ] Make me terrified of an inanimate object

It waited, which was one of the only things it could do. Pity might stir for it would it only wait and nothing more, but enmity and fear are the only feelings possible for such a thing. It can not see, it can not hear, it can not breathe, but it hungers all the same. A deep well of hunger sits in the forest and waits, and waits, and waits. 
 Ever watchful, ever tense and silent, hoping beyond hope that it can finally eat its monstrous fill. Days pass, weeks even. Nothing, nothing is given to sate the hunger and instead time is given to make it grow. The tongue holds above the jaws, waiting for the taste. It dreams of delicious flesh and succulent bone. Fresh dew glistens on the searching outstretched tongue and slowly drips off the ruddy brown teeth. One bite, just one bite. Footsteps fall nearby. It does not stir for it can not. Not until the careless little feet come to its lair and then... oh the taste it desires... Leaves turn brown and fall into the open mouth but do nothing for the need. 
 It waits still. Rain begins to fall, muddying the ground. The mouth still yawns and still yearns. It is hidden now; brown on brown and impossible to see. Soon it will feast. 
 The wet leaves whisper of new feet to come; young feet, fresh meat. Water drips from the teeth now in earnest. Here they come and back again, whirring with life and energy. Flesh slops against the mud making the ground smack like hungry lips. The beast trembles slightly from the vibrations of the jumping youngster and a sudden thump of weight next to it very nearly force the jaws to close prematurely but it holds just barely. The child stops next to foul thing. So close her toes briefly touch a drop of water on the edge of the dirty slender fangs. 
 They quiver. 
 The child looks around, the forest is eerily silent here. The birds do not sing, and the sun is behind the clouds. All is dark and different. A moment passes. The sun peeks out, shining light across the world to drive fear away. 
 Her mother calls out and the girl smiles, she steps back. 
 
 Delicious meat, tender succulent meat and bones. The cries and pleading fall on deaf ears as the monster has his fill of flesh and bone. It chomps mercilessly and drinks heartily of the still screaming child's blood. The mother comes but the damage is done. Her futile screams fill the wood mingling with the terror of the dying and both these sounds reach the ears of men. 
 
 `` Clem, get the dogs! It sounds like we got at least one.'' 
 
 `` Sounds like dinner to me!'' 
 
 edit: I accidentally a word. 
 
 edit 2: Realized I'd lied to you. Fixed.
