Biters, Bloody Benders, Watchers
There was no flesh. Only skin and bone and taut, dry stretches of tendon between. The eyelids were closed; the sockets looked hollow under them. The nose was sunken and almost lost. The scant lips were tightly curled back from the long and very white teeth, which stood forth all the more brilliantly against the deep-brown skin.
– Anthony Boucher, “They Bite”
Guardians of the Tombs, Living Hatred, Sons of Khafre
In the yellow light of the lamp, they saw a monstrous creature enter through the opening in the wall…a creature with a body of a huge lion and the withered, ages old head of a man! The girl slumped to the floor…and Professor Burton had the time to emit short, petrified scream before the sphinx leaped!– Jack Oleck and Jack Davis “Tomb’s Day”, Vault of Horror #35
Their rough shape is the only semblance of humanity that remains. They are more like their god now than man. Gaunt, potbellied, skin turned to a browned leather. Thin skin stretches from their wrists to their hips, making weak wings. Their faces are a horrifying blend of human and bat. There isn’t a one that is not caked in blood. Always clicking. Always hissing. If there such a place as Hell, it is populated by these things.
Alternative names: vampires, camazotz, ghala, the wretched
In nightmare warrens beneath Appalachia, Central Africa, and Mexico teem the Olitiau. Once human members of a depraved cult dedicated to Tsathoqqua, the god blessed them for their devotion. It granted them immortality, so they may spend their days in ecstatic worship. Over time their bodies changed to better resemble their god.
All that Danforth has ever hinted is that the final horror was a mirage. It was not, he declares, anything connected with the cubes and caves of those echoing, vaporous, wormily-honeycombed mountains of madness which we crossed; but a single fantastic, demoniac glimpse, among the churning zenith-clouds, of what lay back of those other violet westward mountains which the Old Ones had shunned and feared. – HP Lovecraft, At the Mountains of Madness
Other Names: The Source, the Primal White Jelly, Ur-Shoggoth, God of the Shoggoths, the great gray goo.
If the Original, the Eternal, the Undying has a true name, it is obscured behind vague titles. Few tomes acknowledge the existence of the deity. Those that do only hint at its nature.
Bone Demons are tiny, vaguely anthropomorphic jumbles of bones
from small animals or infants. Sorcerers create them as servants in a ritual
that requires self mutilation and bloodletting. They are covered in decaying
meat, held together with sinew, twine, wire, glistening with dried blood. Bone
move in a jerking dance, bones rattling against each other as the creature
moves. The monsters must be bathed in
blood frequently to remain alive. Bone Demons work as assassins, guards,
messengers, and assist in spellcasting. Some are even capable of casting spells
on their own.
Corpse Spiders are the intrusion of a foul alien mind upon our
world, the nightmare of a vast and horrid imagination made manifest. No one
knows what is ultimately responsible for the creation of the corpse spiders,
what it wants or needs, only that is uses humans as the vessel to enact its
will. Why it chooses one human or another is a mystery as well, appearing to be
random. Even if a reason could be found it is sure to be incomprehensible to
(Author’s Note: This version of the Chupacabra is offered as an alternative to the one presented in The Bermuda Triangle source book for the Call of Cthulhu role-playing game.)
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“ It’s manifestation was prefaced by a flurry of livestock mutilations on the Caribbean island nation of Puerto Rico. Most disturbing was the face that the animal corpses, which included goats, sheep, chickens, and rabbits, were report to be completely devoid of blood, as if some modern vampire had paid them a visit in the dark of night. Allegedly, two tell-tale puncture wounds were the only sign left behind by the unseen attacker. Soon, reports of hideous, goblinlike creatures were large, lidless eyes and razor-sharp claws began to surface. The Chupacabra had arrived.” – Ken Gerhard, Encounters With Flying Humanoids