i thought of the thing hanging on a hook in the room over which i stood , of the pale , muscular arm bursting through the loose soil of eliza bunton 's grave , of the sickening squish of its paw puncturing the leg of the old man , of the mass of sickly white flesh and glittering black eyes and drooling mouths laced with row upon row of triangular teeth glittering in the glow of the april stars , of huge , hulking , headless monstrosities issuing from every shadow , leaping and bounding with enormous strides , of eliza bunton 's corpse being ripped limb from limb and her head stuffed into the mouth of a creature that any rational man would indeed deem from hell .