Star Ridge Manor

elderly person in a hospital bed, hooked to machines. They have a horrified expression on their face as something whispy and almost invisible hangs about their head, it’s tendrils reaching into their ears. A disinterested nurse is checking their vitals and doesn’t seem to notice the entity.

Star Ridge Manor is a combined assisted living and memory care facility set on a sprawling old estate atop the local landmark known as Star Ridge. Star Ridge was originally the estate of Dennis Landry, a wealthy local robber baron who occupied it from 1880 until his death in 1925. 

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Le Lechuza

It has the face of a beautiful woman but with a cold expression on her face and giant black eyes. Scraggly, long black hair hangs from the top of her head. The body is that of a giant owl. Stunted arms cling to its sides, while wings extend from its back. Wicked claws tip the end of its scaled, featherless feet.

In the rafters of the half-fallen barn, we saw her, the source of our torments for almost a year. The flashlight beam fell across the horrid, yet human face. Her black eyes contained all the hatred in the world. If she could have killed us with a simple glare, she would have. She spread her wings, and hissed and clicked, making noises impossible for a human throat. 

Alternative names: Owl Witches 

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Creeping Shadows

shadowy creatures look like human shapes with dark, torn, ripped shades of black with jagged mouths and soulless eyes. Emerging slowly from a shadow on the wall, its hands gripping the non shadowy parts as if the creature is using it as support to climb out into our dimensional plane of existence

“Shifting Echoes”

“Your shadows, as black as your soul, will leap out and devour you whole.”

—Ms. Onyx
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The Sirens of Dagon

drowned zombie deep one hybrids

When the deep ones pulled back from their Innsmouth “colony” following the US government’s raid in 1928, the connection between the deep one hybrids and the ocean was severed. However, deep one hybrids still feel some connection and are drawn to Innsmouth. They yearn to be themselves rather than “living in someone else’s skin.” Those who grow tired of waiting resign themselves to the waves.

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The Alp

A cruel elf sitting on the chest of a woman, it is nude save for a strange triangle shaped hat it is wearing

Alpe, Alpen, Drudge, Mara
alp, or also little alp,
you shall remain no longer 
alp’s sister and father,
you shall go out over the gate;
alp’s mother, trute and mare,
you shall go out to the roof-ridge!
Let the mare not oppress me,
let the trute not pinch me,
let the mare not ride me,
let the mare not mount me!
alp with your crooked nose,
I forbid you to blow on

—Münchener Nachtsegen, a prayer to be said at night.
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Adoazar

A long, worm-like creature, its front rearing. All of its body is alien writing and runes. Its head sports multiple eyes and a wide, lamprey-like mouth with dozens of hooked teeth. On the underside are hundreds of tiny legs. Near the head are two long, segmented appendages, each ending with a single sickle-like claw.

We no more than set foot in the cave when it appeared. Some monstrous worm or insect, or something of both. The size of an elephant. Chittering, squelching, buzzing, the sounds of rage at our presence. It reared, teeth spinning in the circular mouth that opened in its head. Then came down two terrible claws. There was a sharp scream beside me, but it was short. Then I noticed one of the claws was slick red. The smell of copper and offal filled the air. 

Alternative names: Keepers, Sentries of the Old Ones, Wardens.

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Deadtown Abbey Part 23

a old looking house with tentacles behind it

DOWNTON ABBEY MEETS LOVECRAFT MEETS NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in Deadtown Abbey.

It is a world few of us have ever known. A world of masters and servants, where everyone knows one’s place. A world of newfangled technology like telephones and motorcars. A world of vampires, werewolves, zombies, and monsters of the deep. At the center of his necropolis estate lives the Earl of Monroe, who must hold the family he loves and the servants he trusts together against the eldritch onslaught of this rapidly changing world.

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Chiroptera

Multiple large bats covering the body of a screaming man, draining the blood from him. The bats have grasping hands, using them to cling to the man.

I’m entering the cause of death for that family as “animal attack, unknown.” Thing is…and this has to stay between us…thing is, I know what killed them. But there’s no way I’m making it official. I’d lose my job and no other coroner’s office would ever hire me again. The evidence is undeniable. The fur samples we found around the farmhouse tell us what kind of animal did it. Bats. The bite marks on their bodies tell us. They look just like bats…except bigger. Bigger than any bat in existence.  

Alternative names: Cave Devils, the Swarm. 

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Deadtown Abbey Part 22

a old looking house with tentacles behind it

DOWNTON ABBEY MEETS LOVECRAFT MEETS NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in Deadtown Abbey.

It is a world few of us have ever known. A world of masters and servants, where everyone knows one’s place. A world of newfangled technology like telephones and motorcars. A world of vampires, werewolves, zombies, and monsters of the deep. At the center of his necropolis estate lives the Earl of Monroe, who must hold the family he loves and the servants he trusts together against the eldritch onslaught of this rapidly changing world.

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Deadtown Abbey Part 21

a old looking house with tentacles behind it

DOWNTON ABBEY MEETS LOVECRAFT MEETS NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD in Deadtown Abbey.

It is a world few of us have ever known. A world of masters and servants, where everyone knows one’s place. A world of newfangled technology like telephones and motorcars. A world of vampires, werewolves, zombies, and monsters of the deep. At the center of his necropolis estate lives the Earl of Monroe, who must hold the family he loves and the servants he trusts together against the eldritch onslaught of this rapidly changing world.

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