Frorth, the little spider that crawls along the ceiling while you sleep and then dangles into your mouth -- attempting to be eaten, so as in turn to devour your own thoughts.

Goromir, the wild bull, who rampages in the night. His delight is leaving nice long horn marks on the fresh painted cars, or snapping off mailboxes at the base, or just rooting through your gardens.

Nommox, the foot devourer. Not more than a hole with teeth -- many, many razor sharp teeth that visibly churn with blender-like ferocity... and he just waits for you to step near him. Like the trap door spider, and zoooop, it's soup time for your foot.

Gwiler, the invisible. With his sharp claws, that never quite pierce the skin, he work at your shoulders where you can't reach, or intangibly reaching into your gut to tickle an organ here, or there.

Garon, the marker. With his large pen, he writes on all your important documents, and everywhere you don't want him to. Are books to be kept pristine? Not for him, he writes in the margins, on the back covers, and even over the text. Is that a picture of grandma?

Torgax, the head replacer. He's got just one spare head, but it was from his last victim. He's been playing with it for quite some time -- it's bleeding from its missing eye sockets, and he's been stuffing frogs up its nose. And if he finds you alone in a library, he's going to rip off your head and sew his old play-toy on your neck stump. Then how will you look?

Motago, the waffle maker... he's really not that impressive. But he knows how to cook over a hundred different types of waffles.

Tiami, the little thief. He never steals a complete item, like a watch or a set of car keys... that's the job of your traditional gremlins. No, he steals parts of things. Like half a key, or the core from inside your apple, or one of the fillings from your mouth.

Mogo, the passive brute. He just moves in. He takes over the couch, or the space in front of the TV, or he sets up residence in a doorway. He'll eat your entire fridge (contents, shelves, coolant, the works); and he never leaves. Plus he has an annoyingly fresh odor, like a new car freshener, only too pungent.

Nimod, the carpet cooler. I don't know why he does it. He likes carpets frozen. Actually, I don't know that he likes it, he just does it.

Timtamto, he steals your words. You'll be hard at work, cobbling together a report, or a letter to Mom, and that dirty rotten...