A basilisk would as soon kill you as look at you—and sometimes both at once.

Inkanyamba might not make for the best neighbor—especially if your house has a shiny roof.

Need a pair of loyal guards to stand watch over your gate in the mountains while you go about your day? Scorpion Men have got you covered.

Did your milk go sour? Maybe goblins. Horse was stolen? Likely a goblin. Fruit wilted and fell off a tree? Call the goblin slayer.

Don’t be so quick to judge Medusa by her stony expression. She’s been through a lot.

Killing an oni is no small task—make sure you bring an extra helmet or two for protection.

Wouldn’t it be nice to create a golem and tell it to clean your house? I mean, aside from the off-chance it goes on a rampage instead.

Have you thought about what you’d say if you ever met your doppelgänger? Whatever it is, say it fast, because you might not survive long after the encounter.

The Grootslang is part serpent, part elephant, and greedy for shiny gems. If you go exploring near its lair, pack some jewels in case you need to bargain for your life.

Steer clear of burial sites and jungles at night—unless you WANT to run into a pishacha. At least bring a friend and brush up on your anti-possession mantras first.

Dryads are earthly guardians living in, around, and in some cases, as part of the trees. Among their talents are gardening and raising infant gods.

Some would summon Beherit for power and riches beyond imagining—and some just want to be better public speakers.

If you get to meet a selkie—and maybe even fall in love with one—don’t be a jerk and steal their sealskin.

If you happen to run into a giant wolf without a pack, it might be the Amarok—and you’ve got a fifty-fifty chance of either being eaten or gifted supernatural strength.

The Bubák appears in many creepy iterations, and his tragic origins are a prime example of how history stays alive through story.

Be careful while you’re in the dating scene. I know it’s tempting, but don’t go following strange women into dark, secluded places—it might be La Cegua.

Christmas isn’t always about a jolly fat guy delivering gifts through your chimney—sometimes it’s about a zombie horse throwing down in a musical battle of wits.

Did you hate getting clothes for Christmas as a kid? In Icelandic folklore, if it weren’t for new clothes, you’d have been eaten alive by the Jólakötturinn.

We’ve all suffered the ramifications of a pandemic at this point—maybe Poreskoro is to blame.

Did anyone else freak out over the harpy in The Last Unicorn as a kid? I totally didn’t. Definitely not.