Thursday, 9 May 2019

1D10 Things that find their way into your home

It was my intention to try and write a post each week to keep on top of my thoughts. It turns out my last post was over a month ago though and all I have is reams of notes instead. Pah. So here's some small/strange creature ideas I've been working on.



1. Gloopglopps
They slide on the ground like liquid. The leave no trail. They’re like a stain that moves. They eat the dust that falls onto surfaces, they make the air feel dry. They hide under surfaces as you approach, beneath beds and wardrobes, thin as paper. The house you live in will feel sterile and static. As they grow more ravenous they move their way up from dust to eating small crumbs and mould. They may even eat the lint from your pockets and if very precocious, the fluff from your bellybutton and the wax from your ears. Everything in your abode will feel preternaturally clean. This might seem like a good thing at first but the weight of your existence will feel lighter, like all your efforts are less effectual, like you have no bearing on the world around you, you leave nothing to this world, not even skin and toenails, not even bogies and hair strands, how could you possibly consider leaving something greater like a piece of art or a well recited song? Day by day your existential crisis will grow and the world will feel like something distant and alien that belongs to everyone but you. Suicide is the most common cause of death for those living with a Gloopglopp and most never know it was the source of their anxiety.

2. Belly Gnomes
A species of extremely diminutive gnome. Often between the size of a finger and a penny. Tom Thumb may have been related to a Belly Gnome. They mine food from your organs and they're very patient about it. Belly Gnomes will sneak into your room at night and watch you sleep. Sometimes you can see them scurrying behind books or behind nooks in the moonlight trying not to be caught. They take very few risks and will watch a target for weeks before doing anything. One night you might wake up in a coughing fit, rush to the bathroom and shove your head under the tap, finding it terribly hard to breath. That's a sign a Slab Gnome has slid himself down your gullet and into your stomach. Depending on the lubrication used you might be left with a lingering taste of butter or oil in your mouth. They revel in the acidic warmth of the gastro system like a human enjoys a hot bath. While inside they'll eat anything and everything that passes. This causes them to balloon massively in size while the human target withers away, growing thin. According to dubious back-street surgeons there are apparently there are certain poisons that will kill the Belly Gnome, trapping it dead inside of you which they'll cut out for a fine price.

3. Pipe Pips
Tubular creatures that slide around inside of pipes. You might be lucky enough to glimpse one while cleaning the hair or carrot bits from your sink. They move through the sewer systems to get into houses. All Pips work for a mother Pip and will take any food they can find and drag it back into the sewers to her. Food can be anything from leftover meals to nuts and bolts and even the family pet. If you ever return home to see your dog lodged halfway down your kitchen sink, now you know the reason.

4. Coal Conks
Mimic monsters that pretend to be coal so that they’re added to fires. The fire gives them energy which they feed off. Mostly harmless, they enjoy eating the warmth from the air. You might only notice them if you have a fire going but the room never gets any warmer. In winter while the snow is piling up at the windows of your shack, a Coal Conk infestation can be especially cruel.

5. Gloomspiders
Not actually spiders. Not necessarily gloomy.
They are the results of lonely thoughts of shed hair.
Humans shed hair wherever they go. Like skin and saliva. We produce these things endlessly and never give a single thought to where they go.
The hair blows in the gutter. It gets mottled in slime and shit in the streets.
It becomes tangled and wrapped up in itself like fairy lights before winter.
The most remarkable thing about it though is its predisposition to loneliness.
Once it is lonely it gains sentience. Sentient hair are Gloomspiders. Sometimes it considers to itself if it needn’t be sentient first to be lonely.
That’s just one of those mysteries of life. Gloomspiders often ponder this much like humans ponder what the purpose of everything is.
Gloomspiders are loneliness made living.
They want so desperately not to be lonely that they’ll scurry into your home at night and crawl down into your throat to be with you.
It may not have even been your hair but you’ll choke to death all the same.

6. Moon Mites
Moon Mites are mites like any other. Almost microscopic, on the tip of your finger they’d look like spider droppings or an ink blot.
But they don’t live on the tips of fingers. They live in the air, carried by currents.
Sometimes if you look up at the full moon at night you might see a trail of hundreds of billions of them passing over the lunar radiance. Most people disregard it as clouds. It isn’t.
You could go your whole life and never see a Moon Mite but one day there could be a storm, a shift of air fronts, pressure changes or the swing of seasons and suddenly they’d be everywhere.
They descend on towns, not through a will of their own, not through malice but due to atmospheric currents.
You might be sleeping one night with the window open, the curtain fluttering in the breeze and slowly, one-by-one the floor of your room might begin to fill with them. An endless tide of Moon Mites filling up every inch of space.
Before morning you and your loved ones with have suffocated under the weight of them, not noticing the minute and incremental increase of pressure until suddenly your lungs don’t have the strength to inhale.
And then, with another change of winds they all blow away again, swept by the currents high into the air.
Whole towns have been decimated by scourges of Moon Mites. Ghost towns where no sign remains of what killed the inhabitants.

7. Turntiles
Children used to sing a nursery rhyme about Turntiles, turnstiles and bear bile but it was considering too uncouth and an end was put to it.
Now they’ve mostly been forgotten about.
Turntiles are orphaned Mimics. Babies who have had their parents slain before they were taught the true ways of being a Mimic.
When a Mimic gives birth it is, like the births of most species, an horrendous affair full of slathering and globular liquids that wizards still haven’t agreed names for. A Mimic may produce a litter of many hundreds.
The Mimic’s offspring will fall to the ground it stands upon and instantly mimic it. Sometimes this is stone, other times wood and sometimes tiles.
Now, this might be the very moment a beastly warrior bursts down the door slaying the Mimic-mother dead on the spot before looting the room and fucking off.
This leaves the Mimic babies as orphans, cast upon a frightening world. And what will those frightened babies do? They will stay rightly still, looking just like natural tile work. These are Turntiles.
But within them hatred and fear and revenge will grow until they, in their litter of hundreds will sneak from the dungeon and into nearby towns.
People walk upon them everyday not knowing they’re there beneath their feet, the natural cobbles of their town an inch higher than usual, a detail no one notices.
The Turntiles will sneak into houses pretending to be patios and floorboards and glazed kitchen tiles.
One day they’ll crawl over the walls and onto the ceiling and wait for you to be washing the dishes or slicing bread or some other mundane task before falling and cracking open your skull.

8. Pauses
When a cat dies it does not die. No cat dies. That’s just the way of cats.
Bastet, the real one, not the sham Egyptian one, once made a deal with Death to ensure that a cat would never die. But Death is not fair, Death is a being made of monkey paws. A deal with Death will never be as you expect it.
So what happens to the cats? They become stuck in limbo. Part of them moves on to an afterlife, all but their paws. Their paws are stuck in our world. Little ghost paws.
The paws like to pitter patter around at night of tin roofs. And sometimes they’ll sneak into your home. You might even see them. Soft little paws and nothing attached to them, just wispy anti-space.
When they’re not being observed they’ll lift up socks and other soft things and carry them off.

9. Hygana
A shadow like any other but standing upright and at your door, or your window, or in your closet. It comes to you, like a bad salesman lurking just out of sight. Obvious but not. It heals you. In its presence you feel well again. But only if you pretend to not see it. It doesn't like to be seen. If it realizes you’ve seen it, it’ll vomit up all your illnesses into a noxious cloud infecting everyone around. It may have sucked up cancers of thirty kinds, pnumonia, tetanus and rabies and syphillis and in a single moment you’ll have all of them.

10. Abacus44s
The strangest creature on this list. It is the living idea of a building in the future. It floats through space trying to find where it belongs, like a jigsaw piece that fits no where. It is sentient, enough to know it is lost but not enough to do much about it. Like an interdimensional jellyfish it just bumps its way through spacetime trying to find a home. People say that when the time comes it’ll slot into existence and no one will realize isn’t wasn’t always there. Sometimes though it'll appear, suddenly anywhere, perhaps floating in the sky or half lodged inside of your own house, suffocating anyone caught within its instantly formed walls. It might linger there a only for a moment or maybe for several years before deciding the time or the space isn't right and drifting off again. It phases in and out of reality like morning fog and just as quietly.

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