This hooded spirit superficially resembles an umbrella due to its unsettling shape. Its crown is a thin, mushroom-like shape from which a brier of inky veins hang. The majority of the squirm usually squeezes together in a central trunk with a few vile appendages for grasping and locomotion. A quartet of blanched eyes floats along these arteries. Puppeteer. The parasoul crawls onto its victim, usually when they sleep, and slithers its veins into theirs. Within moments, the alien undead fully infests the host with its hood shutting closed over the head before disappearing. The possessed creature becomes a parasomniac under the parasoul's direction. In turn, the parasoul furthers Hypatatos the Dreamhunter's agenda, tormenting and dominating the waking. Parasoul Tiny undead, Chaotic Evil Armor Class 13 Hit Points 52 (15d4 + 15) Speed 10ft Fly 30ft (hover) Str 3 Dex 16 Con 12 Int ...

Enrobed in a spectral, green light, this equine fiend bears a mottled hide a few shades darker. Unlike a true horse, the daymare is hairless. Its tail is constructed from vertebrae and its mane from cartilage spurs. The daymare's hooves are not bone, but eternally frozen ice instead. Often, the beast is used as a steed for the minions of Hypatatos the Dreamhunter . Daymare Medium undead, Chaotic Evil Armor Class 11 Hit Points 52 (7d10 + 14) Speed 30ft Climb 60ft Str 18 Dex 16 Con 14 Int 6 Wis 15 Cha 13 Damage Resistances necrotic, psychic Damage Immunities cold Condition Immunities exhaustion, frightened Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 12 Languages - Challenge 3 (700 XP) Illumination. The daymare sheds dim light in a 10ft radius. This ability is not affected by a sleepw...

The network of inky arteries, capillaries, and veins usually forms a roughly humanoid shape as if the cardiovascular system has been pulled directly out of a corpse. Where a face should be and isn't burns two pin pricks of infernal light and sadistic intelligence. Sometimes the cauchermar walks like a person with one 'foot' in front of another. In other instances, it undulates along as a crawling collection of black blood vessels toward its prey. With little care for natural law this collection can climb along walls and ceilings, or slither through barriers entirely. Elevated Abhorrence. Every cauchemar started out as a sleepwalker. enthralled by Hypatatos the Dreamhunter . As time passed it went from a insidiously dominated pawn to a true undead. Over decades the horror steadily lost its connection to the waking world. The cauchemar has everything about its corporeal form and now exists as strands of pure nightmare. It hunts the most difficult prey which has ca...

The pallid figure lurches and jerks as if drawn along by uneven strings. It wears whatever soiled and tattered clothes it fell in, usually night clothes. The sleepwalker mutters fragmented descriptions of the nightmares that plague its fettered mind. Its face is slack as if it is asleep, save for wide eyes burning with an unearthly light. Its cold flesh is dotted with wounds stitched closed by inky, writhing threads of coalesced nightmare struggling to break free. The threads have spread so deep into its corpus, that the undead skin is latticed with black veins. The bloodless flesh between flutters between solid and insubstantial sometimes leaving only a network of murky blood vessels in the shape of a humanoid behind for minutes at a time… and the glowing eyes of course. Always the eyes… One Foot in The Nightmare. The other half of the sleepwalker's soul provides a bridge to a world of nightmares. This keeps the wounds on their bodies bound and directs them to attack th...

The pallid figure lurches and jerks as if drawn along by uneven strings. It wears whatever soiled and tattered clothes it fell in, usually night clothes. The sleepwalker mutters fragmented descriptions of the nightmares that plague its fettered mind. Its face is slack as if it is asleep, save for wide eyes burning with an unearthly light. Its cold flesh is dotted with wounds stitched closed by inky, writhing threads of coalesced nightmare struggling to break free. One Foot in The Nightmare. The other half of the sleepwalker's soul provides a bridge to a world of nightmares. This keeps the wounds on their bodies bound and directs them to attack the waking to claim more souls for Hypatatos the Dreamhunter . They can even smell when other creatures are afraid and are invigorated by it; compelled to fell the most terrified of their victims. Eyes of Oblivion. The sleepwalker's eyes now broadcast enervating energy directly from the Hypatatos. Those who stare too de...

The pallid figure lurches and jerks as if drawn along by uneven strings. It wears whatever soiled and tattered clothes it fell in, usually night clothes. The sleepwalker mutters fragmented descriptions of the nightmares that plague its fettered mind. Its face is slack as if it is asleep, save for wide eyes burning with an unearthly light. Its cold flesh is dotted with wounds stitched closed by inky, writhing threads of coalesced nightmare struggling to break free. One Foot in the Grave. Normal sleepwalkers are not undead, despite the appearance otherwise. They are easily mistaken, however, for some sort of zombie or wraith. Their tenuous connection to the realms of death effects the world around them. Hungry shadows devour the light and cast a pall even at the height of the day. Likewise, their eyes glow with spectral flame and strikes fear in the hearts of the timid. One Foot in The Nightmare. The other half of the sleepwalker's soul provides a bridge to a world of n...

Usually felt and rarely seen, the formication swarm is made up of hundreds of spectral fingers bound together by a webbing of spiderweb and sinew. The unholy collection skitters along the surface akin to a colony of spiders toward its prey; its mass stretching and undulating to match its confines. Unfortunately, the formication swarm can also move through solid objects and walls, making them nigh-impossible to escape from. Sadists' Fingers. The formication swarm is created by mixing the severed digits from dozens of murderers and torturers mixed with the psychic agony of concentrated nightmares. Once manufactured, Hypatatos the Dreamhunter lets the swarm loose in cities and towns to terrorize to its heart's content. Considering the formication swarm contains no heart, it is never content. Instead, the undead hive taunts and torments its victims. It usually starts with townsfolk feeling a brush on the back of their neck, side of the forearm, or round of ankle only to se...