Here fol­lows an account of the dread­ful Denizens of the Night Gar­den, as com­piled by Pro­fes­sor Theodore F. Pon­tip­ine, the only man known to have wit­nessed dusk in the Night Gar­den and survived.

Iggle Pig­gle, the Outsider

The amor­phous blue devil known as “Iggle Pig­gle” is as mys­te­ri­ous as he is ter­ri­fy­ing. He her­alds from over the Great Seas of Night, the other side of which no mere mor­tals have ever seen. And yet he may have some greater con­nec­tion to the Gar­den than mod­ern occultists believe, for both the Ninky-Nonk and the Pinky-Ponk may be sum­moned only by use of the Outsider’s name as a word of power.

At all times he car­ries with him a blan­ket, rumoured to be soaked in the blood of human young.

Upsy Daisy, the Ten­ta­cled One

Upsy Daisy leads the denizens of the gar­den into bat­tle when the need arises. She shrieks and unearthly cry as she rides to war atop her char­iot, which acts almost as if it were a liv­ing being itself. As she charges, her tentacle-like hair length­ens and whips out to every side, slic­ing and dic­ing her oppo­nents until lit­tle is left but a pile of blood­ied chunks.

No-one has faced her in com­bat and lived to tell the tale.

Makka-Pakka, the Scourer of Souls

This Earth spirit’s diminu­tive size hides a ter­ri­fy­ing power. Makka Pakka’s pur­pose is to clean, and clean he does. With sponge and soap he scours all sins from the souls of mor­tals who dare approach. With each sin cleaned his vic­tims get weaker and weaker, while Makka Pakka itself becomes stronger, tak­ing the sins into itself and becom­ing a ter­ri­fy­ing vision.

His tri­cy­cle is pow­ered by the tears of babies.

The Tombli­boos: Unn, the Cre­ator; Ooo, the Pre­server; Eee, the Destroyer

The three Tombli­boos form a trin­ity of dark power, twisted forms of the Hindu trin­ity of Vishnu, Brahma and Shiva. Unn and Ooo have not been known to use their pow­ers in the last hun­dred years, but they are feared as the great­est pow­ers in the Night Gar­den. The myth goes that Eee has not yet acquired her full pow­ers, but when she does, the Gar­den will be plunged into a dark­ness that will last a thou­sand lifetimes.

The Haa-Hoos, Elder Gods of the Gardens

These crea­tures, if that is indeed what they are, are suf­fi­ciently beyond the imag­i­na­tion of mere mor­tals that one can be dri­ven mad by mere con­tem­pla­tion of them. They are vast, mind­less, empty voids of infin­ity and eter­nity. No more shall be said about them, for I value my san­ity and the sanc­tity of my soul.

The Wot­tingers

Who is it that lives next door? Who are they, what are they, but demonic shad­ows of our­selves? Cre­ated by who, for what pur­pose? They are our nega­tion, our antithe­sis. If there is any­thing to be scared of, revolted by, trau­ma­tised by the mere exis­tence of, in the whole of the gar­den, it is they.