Uncommon Visitors, Creatures and Night Legends [addendum 4]

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The Underfoot
Subject reports feeling something stuck to the sole of her foot — a pulltab, a trapezoid of scotch tape, a meteor of aquarium gravel — but finds nothing, even after close inspection.

Aggravationists
Wee, well-dressed critters no taller than a kernel of popcorn who work together to move bookmarks forward or backward by seven pages or so.

Sacrament of Lingering
A person places their hand on the chest of another person, just below the neck, say, and comes to comprehend the strength and the will of that person, but also their vulnerability and desire to be thought of as kind.

Fumbling Grit
Manifests as a grain of sand in your waistband. Let it have its fun.

Forgotten Monster
Two weeks ago you accepted a warm tallboy can of Aussie Lemonade flavor Monster Energy Drink from a woman leaning out from the bed of a pickup truck wrapped in logos and illustrations of bursting liquid. Time passes. The can is in your fridge and it’s cold and you are thirsty and like you don’t want to be thought of as a Monster Energy Drink type of person, but you are alone and who will know? You will know.

Most Horrid Manse
This is where the penultimate party will be held.

Boneswitcher
We call him that because it’s basically all he talks about. Never actually switches bones.

Mountain Dew
This Monster Energy Drink… It’s just basically Mountain Dew. It’s not good but it’s not terrible. In the fading daylight, you will place the empty can in someone else’s recycling bin.

A Glistening
You see swimming between motes of morning sunlight a winged toothbrute pursued by a comet’s tail of gauze and rags. This is considered good luck but it is not.

Lensman
Legendary figure said to place unwanted contact lenses into the eyes of daydreamers and worrywarts. In truth, the lenses are naturally occurring and harmless. Left alone, they will be absorbed by the eye or shed naturally.

Dakota Johnson
Go to her. Have a lime on your person. 

Rogue Parade
A band of some two hundred semi-corporeal ghouls slowly marches up the road, moaning and swaying and stumbling. Don’t bother honking. They have a permit.