Cryptid / Modern Horror thread

Agreed on the Japanese urban legends and the human-faced dogs.

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UA, old or new

DG if you want a losing fight

WoD if you want to fight but also a power trip

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I like how these aren't just any giant octoleeches. They're the "FIERCE CREATURES"

Creepypasta is probably a good source for modern folklore.

OF THE DEEP

oooh darling you've knocked at the right door.

Cthulhu/WoD ambiance DM here, I'll dump some art with some story threads.

>Phantom of the Opera
>The tale of the red curtains
>At night, after the big show is finished and the croud has left, the red curtains often move without anyone touching them
>The most experienced employees and crew members now not to stay too long after dark but new ones might get curious
>If you get close enough to the moving curtains, they suddenly fold into pic related, leaving a gap that reveals a surreal human face with glowing eyes that sings with and angelic voice
>If the person keeps approaching, he will eventually get swallowed byt the heavy curtains, never to be seen again

>The Gravedigger
>There are always a lot of stories from huge cities, about ghosts and people disappearing, but none is most tangible than the one of the Gravedigger
>People say they have seen, within the graveyards of the city, a man that looks like pic related, with a ridiculously long nosed mask and a shovel.
>He reportedly digs tombs. At first people thought he dug up corpses but then they realized he just digs holes in the ground were there are no bodies and disappears in darkness when approached
>The police did not think much of him at first, just a vandal with a twisted sense of humour but they soon became aware that there was always a rose left in the graves
>the rose, odly enough, didn't wither immediately even when not put in water but only at precise dates
>each and every one of them precisely the day the person that was going to be buried in the corresponding tomb died.

>The Photographer
>She old and she's nice, excentric and a bit too loud, she likes to dress fashionably and to talk like young people in a sarcastic way.
>Her neighbours love her because she's helpful and a lot of fun to talk with. They know she's an artist and has been around for a pretty long time even if she often talks about how she was young in Paris when she became a fashion photographer.
>What they don't know is that sometimes when they're away, she invites a young, naive model in her home to take pictures and takes out her old camera
>Very old camera, beyond vintage, says she gets out a lot more emotions through this old lens than every digital machine she's heard of.
>From the moment the click is heard, they are not seen again, trapped in the photo were they age until they die, alone, the old lady stealing a few more years of life and health.

A creature that steals the voices of its victims. Can talk in coherent sentences, but as it speaks, you notice that it builds its sentences in fragments of different voices with different pitch and emotion behind. The voices can be male, female, young, old, accented or not. It can employ these voices to trick or lure people.

Anyway, this is essentially ripped straight from the Black Company, but Soulcatcher is fucking awesome.

>The Bird Catcher
>In a country town, she is the town's crazy old lady. She likes her husband's old shotgun, she misses an eye and lets her white hair grow longer and longer each year.
>She farms her own land and is grumpy as hell
>Sometimes she offers help to her neighbours or just help people without asking but they often never hear more than a few words from her
>The reason why she's considered crazy is she doesn't have any scarecrows or ways to repulse birds... but they never seem to come and eat her seeds.
>Instead they often hang out on her roof, her fences, as if they were waiting for something
>A boy in town pretends that one night he went to her house because he was lost and broke his bike wheel and saw her in her field, surrounded by birds and carrying her shotgun
>She was aiming at something, something huge and so dark it seemed like it absorbed light all together and it growled in such a terrifying way that the boy ran as he heard birds screeching and the shotgun firing.
>Everything seemed normal the day after and since then nobody wants to go near her farm at night.

I'm kinda done with stories for now, just gonna post pics

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Full hazmat suits, not just gasmasks. If the mask is removed, the entire suit collapses, either empty or filled with some kind of bizarre goo.

People shitpost about a 6 minute scene from a movie for 3 years, and then 150 people die in a way that seems to reference that scene.

Tell me about Les Bains

is that a big guy?

Kind of a Reluctant Vampire type? I can dig it.

The hard part is getting the tone right, I think. For every He Never Died, there's half a dozen whiney/sparkly but-muh-immortal-ennui-waaaah characters.

Reminds me a bit of the assassins from Neverwhere... always loved the descriptions gaiman did of them, something about them wearing suits that were like "something made by a person who had never seen a suit, but only had one described to them". Something that's just can't-quite-put-my-finger-on-it "wrong". Sorta a character version of the old lovecraft "non-euclidean geometry" trope.

I've never seen it executed well in a visual medium, though.

For you

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And of course, they think its some sort of supernatural powers at play.

Meanwhile every human being experiences the fact that you suddenly learn or do something enough and suddenly its like its invented. forget what its called but its a legit thing.

Isn't it an egregore ? Not 100% sure

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Not too long ago there was a pretty good thread about dangerous lost places and unreal spaces in which the setting's Men in Black / Delta Green equivalent was actually a clandestine branch of the Department of Transportation. Since then, I've wanted to include them in a game of mine because of the way they were characterized as a group of perpetually understaffed and underfunded everymen doing their best to protect people from things even they don't understand.

Some nWoD Hunter compacts fit this description

Now I want to run a Zero Escape game...

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Cute.

JESUS FUCK, WHY!?

When I was a kid I had a book on cryptids.

unfortunately the only thing i really liked was the mongolian death worm.

What are your favorite (even homwbrew) cryptids?

>filled with gas.
Gas made from dead jews.

Carnivorous horses.

Carnivorous horses that are actually horse-unicorn hybrids. True unicorns are worse.

Ahem.

Ghost People do sound similar.

You could always shamelessly rip off X-files. Like that creepy looking guy who would crawl into your house through a vent several inches wide, rip out your liver and disappear for 60 years...

I always thought it would be cool if the hazmat suit was filled with rats
>Pic unrelated

I like Gumshoe

the flatwoods monster is dumb as hell but I have a soft spot for it

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I always thought going all out with weird New Age mythology with shadow people, psychic vampires, and tulpas might be neat. The conflict would of course revolve around indigo children fighting black-eyed children.

Also have to shout out Myth Over Miami
miaminewtimes.com/news/myths-over-miami-6393117

Surprised no one else has mentioned Slenderman.

The first 3 are hardly new age. They've gotten lots of /x/ shitposting but they're not new concepts.

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Dude. Fuck those things.

Soulcatcher was amazing. Being resurrected kinda ruined the character.

City Sewer System gradually changes aesthetic as you progress until you're in nightmare territory.

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An alien in the alien equivalent of a spacesuit to maintain the unearthly environment it needs to survive.

Possibly the "mustard gas poisoning" was the result of a suit leak.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flatwoods_monster
>After encountering the creature, several members of the September 12 group reported suffering from similar symptoms, which persisted for some time and which they attributed to having been exposed to the mist emitted by the creature. The symptoms included irritation of the nose and swelling of the throat. Lemon suffered from vomiting and convulsions throughout the night, and had difficulties with his throat for several weeks afterward. A doctor who treated several of the witnesses is reported to have described their symptoms as being similar to victims of mustard gas, though such symptoms are also commonly found in sufferers of hysteria, which can be brought on by exposure to a traumatic or shocking event.

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Lenderman's Payday Loans just opened a block away from your house. The neighborhood is going to shit!

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My go to would be call of Cthulhu, because it was designed for spoopy monsters to slowly grind away your sanity.

Veeky Forums is the oldest board (as in a bunch of us are 30+ and have been here since traditional games were /b/ stuff), we remember the slendermeme being born and that kills a lot of it's attractiveness.

Probably because it's been memed to death and nobody would take you seriously if you used it in a campaign.

keep going man!!!

I know this user personally and he's not available atm but I'll tell him there's some demand
He might post more tonight

Thank you

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I will be stealing this creature for my upcoming horror campaign thank you.

This is what nightmares are made of.

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Hey there I'm back from work

Thanks for the heads up user

Here you go Iv'e had more ideas over the course of the day

>The Masks
>They are always here when the carnival arrives, always dressed in red and black with white masks that cover their entire face.
>They are always quiet in the middle of the crowd and dance with whomever invites them with a chuckle and what seems to be a smile.
>They are always partying, enjoying eacha dn every moment of this vert special day
>Because after that day they begin to starve again for the rest of the year and their vow not to eat human flesh is unbreakable.

(For those who don't know carnival traditionally happens just before Lent, when most food is banned for a time.)

(God so many typos)

>The Nun
>You wake up, you feel dizzy and can't remember why or how you fell asleep or what you were doing before.
>You're tied up to a chair but not gagged or blind so your eyes start to get used to the dark. You feel a sharp pain in your ear.
>She's there, smoking with her robes and Rangers on, looking at you with the face of someone who's seen things from nightmares climb out of people's mind.
>When she sees you're awake she brings you water so you can speak, because right now all you can gargle are pathetic mumbles.
>You drink up, the water is icy cold. Your ear hurts more and more and you feel the urgent need to get out of here.
>You start asking questions, panicked, what have you done, who is she, why did she kidnap you.
>The only answer she gives is "It's not you I've taken. It's what inhabits you."
>It's at that moment that you see a thin volute of black smoke that seems to darken your vision. It twists inside your eye as it had felt your conscience of it.
>"I'm sorry but there's only one way of getting it out."
>She takes out a flask marqued with a silver cross and dips a needle inside it.
>Inside your head you hear a voice, as familiar as your mother's, screaming in panic as it did in wrath, greed or envy for so many years.

Mokele Mbembe. Retarded name, kinda stupid idea, but i'll be damnded if I dont love me some dinosaurs. would also do some good in a jungle horror for 4 nearby and similar "tree trunks" to move and a big ass lizard head to drop from the sky.

>The Body
>You were drowning. Dying. A strong hand got you out of the water. Wrapped you up in a blanket and lit a fire.
>You could not realize what he was for a time. But soon enough you understood the stench of dead human flesh.
>It took you to a shed and fed you. A lot. And it's only when you saw at the end of the day ten other corpses coming back 'home' and what appeared to be human outside the window, packed in a paddock that you got how they replaced the flesh that started rotting too much.