A thing walks into the room. Yes, a thing. This thing reaches to about your hip. This thing has no clear thing to walk on, but sticks. It has 4 fingers on each hand, well straight lines. The thing has little circly thingies moving around her ankles as it walks. It holds a little mallet in its hand, waving it like a rattle toy. Its face, eyes and dress, are black. But everything else is white. She has an anti-gravity scraggly ponytail and it is swaying. This causes the lines to shift oddly back and forth.
It walks into the room and stands right in front of the entrance. It exhales slowly and lets out a weird squeal-moan at the same time, without moving its mouth.