Jaman Jato

The lesser frozen lake snail is capable of astral projection, albeit to such a limited degree that naked human senses can’t perceive it. When enough snails gather in one place, however, they form a hive consciousness capable of manifesting fully corporeal icy shades. That’s entirely made up. Still more believable than ghosts.

A being made of particularly dusty dust, it is the ancient enemy of the twin deities Shaik and Vack. So goes one myth. Another says they come from the future, their dust being the ashes of those whose death they’ve come to show. Actually, that’s a really good idea, I should be saving it for a sci-fi novella. Dustlords of Tomorrow: Book One of the Dusts of Future Dust Trilogy, available wherever books aren’t yet being burned for fuel.

A shapeless mass of Red Moon disciples, Congregation was born from a ritual gone wrong. Thirteen bodies were welded together, but only seven of the original souls remained conscious, tormented by perpetual, excruciating pain. The remaining six allegedly got lucky: they died during the ritual. The truth, unfortunately, is that the dead ones occasionally come back to life, just long enough to relive the horror of their physical form and feel its deadly, relentless pain. They bring with them terrifying memories from the hells their souls have passed through. Before dying again, they share those hellish visions with the rest, leaving the living souls in anguish and desperation, knowing that not even death will end their suffering.