They're trying to censor my experiences but I won't let them.
It grew from the pile of blood in the floor. Technically it came from another creature, but for a long time the mold growing atop was all that persisted from the ordeal, so much so that the identity of the blood was transfixed to an identity of what fed on the aging fluid.
A siren's wailing effected the whole compound, it shook the dust from between the floorboards, all the way up to forcing fingers to uncover tarps and holes long forgotten. Digging deep into maroon tinted sludge, the caked layer of fungi did not fully penetrate through the cubits of humor, for what laid beneath the tolerable rot was a creature incarnated beyond nature. Like a newborn babe, it harmonized the ever-present siren's wail. Like a tired mother hands approached with intent to nurse it from pain, like a tired mother altruism turned on the heel to a compulsive urge to obtain some peace and quiet. Like hands digging through a watery cake, the creature's cranium was pierced and the inners were mushed together until no more sound escaped its last breaths. The siren, for a moment, seemed to lower its howl through the compound, and as the entity dissolved into black tinted ooze, draining down the red and shining hole, a sigh of relief came from the mouth of the one who discovered the oddity.
Press Secretary for the Interim Military Government of the Republic of Chad