Mandrake

If you ever find yourself, for whatever reason you conjure, lost in the pines of the northern taiga – heed this warning. Of the countless tales one hears of hauntings and other supernatural mishaps, this ones remains the most eldritch in my mind. A creature more horrifying than words lurks above its chilled canopies. Mandrake; the Forest Vampire, appears on nights when the winter gale howls. You could try to run or hide – but this is futile. After centuries of roaming amongst endless green he knows this ocean of trees more than you ever will. Perhaps he has noticed you from his hiding place behind the next tree. For though this creature may be blind, he can hear you very well. Soon enough he will appear before exhausted lost fools who become hopelessly impotent against his hollow, paralysing gaze.