Lesser-Known Mythical Creatures That Are Secretly Terrifying

Angry. Oi oi oi! Baka! Freaky. Oi oi oi! Baka! Wolf mode. Oi oi oi! Aoooooo! Baka! When I was 20 years old, I saw my massive 12-inch ding-a-ling in the mirror for the very first time. And I was genuinely so afraid of it that I began running around in circles until my ding-a-ling started spinning like a helicopter propeller and elevated me to the very top floor of the World Trade Center. Anyways, apparently my 12-inch BBC is not the only scary creature out there. Disturbing Mythical Creatures You've Never Heard Of By Just A Rock In Space The manan... Whoa. The... The what? Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is a bit of a racist, a racist mythical creature. I feel like this might be the first mythic creature in the history of mankind to just be inherently racist. Instead of hunting down everyone and killing everyone, it only targets black people and just tries to kill them. That is... That is diabolical. I hope this mythical creature doesn't even exist in real life. The manananggal is a monster originating from the Philippines, and its name roughly translates to one who separates itself. It's a fearsome and disgusting creature, usually resembling a disfigured old woman at first. I mean, that's not too bad, to be honest. I'd still clap. I would still tap that. I'd tap that. I mean, I do not discriminate based on age. I would still hit that. Its name comes from its unpleasant habit of fully detaching its torso from its lower body, entrails hanging out all over the place, and then sprouting enormous bat wings and just flying away into the night to hunt for food. Bro, imagine fricking this thing in bed and then all of a sudden it just detaches its body from itself and it just flies away. And then meanwhile, you're just there in bed, just stuck with the bottom half, just going at it, just going really rapid, rapid back shots at it. You've given it such violent back shots that its top half has just ejected itself. It's sort of like a helicopter ejector sort of thingy. Actually, no. They don't have ejector seats in helicopters because then you just get sliced. Like, what is it? Like an airplane, airplane ejector seats. It's like you've literally ejected her from her body because of the violent back shots. What food, you ask? Well, during the hours of darkness, it will use its long proboscis-like tongue to suck blood from its human victims. But I mean, you know what else that tongue could do, bro? This is the ultimate. The ultimate mythical creature. I would, I would actually pay to see one of these mythical creatures because that whole tour would go absolutely insane. Like how, imagine like the tongue wrapping around it like a, like a, like a spring, like a coil. It would sort of be like this. Like she could literally create this crisscross pattern on my dingaling with that tongue. Bro, look at the length of that thing. Specifically targeting newlyweds, lovers, newborn children, and grooms who were abandoned before marriage. And it's even known to extract fetuses from the bodies of pregnant women. What, you thought I was going to draw that, you desensitized freak? Nah. Here's a kitten instead. While it's hunting, the monongle makes a tick-tick-ticking sound. And the farther away the sound seems to be, the closer the creature actually is, in order to confuse its victims. During its nightly hunt, the creature's lower half is just left standing somewhere, and this tiny design flaw is its one weakness. If you want to kill the monongle, and let's face it, you probably do, you need to prevent the horrifying upper half from reuniting with its butt. And so the only solution is to echolocate it and then give it the most violent, brutal backshots you've ever delivered in your entire life. I recommend burning the thing, but you can also use salt, ash, or even garlic to ward off the torso. Kind of like a vampire. If the better half of the monongle hasn't rejoined its severed ass by daybreak, it is believed to die. Thank goodness. Despite the world getting more modern by the day, sightings of these creatures continue to be reported, especially in the Visayan regions of the Philippines. If you thought that was awful, hold on to your knives and torches, because the monongle is actually the least scary creature in this whole video, and things are about to get weird. The Deadly Whistler, also called El Cibone, is different from the other creatures on this list, and his story is something of a cautionary tale. Originally, this creature was an ordinary boy, and he was a spoiled brat who always got everything he wished for. One day, he told his father to go out and hunt a deer, his favorite meat, to eat for dinner. His father did not return with a deer. In fact, he returned from the hunt with nothing at all. And so the boy killed his father and cut out his organs, which he gave to his mother and said, Father has brought us some meat for dinner. Well, that escalated quickly. The boy's mother cooked the meat, but quickly realized what had happened. The part of the story that I've just told you greatly varies- The boy's family ties him to a post and whips him, and cleans his wounds with alcohol, chili peppers, and lemon juice. Ouch. They give him a sack of his father's remains, which they curse him to carry for eternity. Then two rabid starving dogs are released upon him. The skeletal creature that came out of this terrible circumstance would be called El Cibone, or the Deadly Whistler. Standing at about six meters tall, and creaking about the treetops with its bag of bones. If you hear El Cibone whistling from nearby, it means you are in no danger. But if the whistling sounds distant, it means that your death is closer than you think. It's said that the Whistler can appear by your house on certain nights, and drop his sack to the ground to count the bones within, one by one. If someone in the house hears the Whistler outside, nothing bad will happen. However, if he spends the night counting unnoticed until dawn, someone in the house will die, and their bones will be added to the bag. Honestly, honestly, if I saw this guy outside my house, and I had to 1v1 him, bro, I feel like this would be low-key kind of easy. Because what is he going to do? He's like some old man. He's like a skeleton. He's as thin as me. Like, bro, look at my arms. My arms are pretty thin, but this guy is somehow thinner than me. Chipalati. What? The Aztec civilization believed that before there was anything, there were these four god dudes named these lovely names, which I can pronounce. You can't pronounce? Using their godly powers, as gods do, these guys created the water, some were gods, and most importantly, Cipactli, a sea monster existing on the cosmic scale that had an insatiable appetite for everything it could get its mouths on. This creature was so hungry all the time that every joint on its body possessed a different mouth. But the real question is, who would win in an eating contest? This dude or queso? Like, realistically, I don't mean this in an offensive way, like, if you time it over how much food could this thing eat in a year, versus how much food could queso realistically eat in a year if he genuinely tried. No offense, of course, no offense, but that is a genuine, genuine, genuine question. Who would actually win? They should do some betting and odds on all that stuff. Maybe I'd bet on it. I think realistically, realistically, I'd probably put my money on this thing because yeah, the multiple mouths does give it an advantage, but I mean, queso, it wouldn't be like $100 odds for queso. Like maybe it'd be like, you know, $1.10 on this guy and maybe $5, $3 on queso. Elbow mouths, knee mouths, knuckle mouths, you name it. This begs the question, if each joint has a mouth and mouths themselves have joints, you know, for jaws and stuff, did the creature's mouths have mouths? And did those mouths have more mouths? And could you stick your ding-a-ling into all those mouths at one time? Like you enter here, come out here, thread the needle through here, go out here, through here, out here, through there. And they're all going like, and imagine like the auscultations, do you know what an auscultation is? That's an auscultation of the ding-a-ling. Like that would actually go crazy because it's like you're threading the needle, but it's like multiple mouths. Anyhow, as the gods continued on with the creation of everything, they realized they had a problem. Everything they made would just fall into the ocean and get eaten by Cipactli. So, being gods, they decided they should probably do something about this. But it wasn't as easy as just snapping their fingers and fixing the whole thing. Cipactli was so powerful, so enormous, and so hungry, that it took all four of the original gods to take him down, and one of them lost a foot in the process. And then I swept in, I swept in just as the foot was about to hit the ground. I caught it, took it back to my lair, and went... Eventually though, they did manage to kill him by separating his body into four sections, one for each compass direction. Using Cipactli's body, they created the entire world. The creature's head became the 13 heavens, its midsection was crafted into the earth, and its tail became the underworld. Okay, no offense, no offense, but I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure this happened. I'm sure the sea creature is the reason why we have the world. Not because of, you know, the tectonic plates moving and everything, not because of, you know, meteorology, but it's because we destroyed this god, and then he turned into the different countries in this world. Yeah, I'm sure. The N'klavi is a sea creature demon coming from Orcadian folklore, from the islands of Orkney. No tales describe what it looks like when it's dwelling down in the depths, but an islander named Tamas claimed to have an encounter with the thing, and described its on-land appearance in impressive detail. According to Tamas, the N'klavi has a man's torso attached to the body of a horse, as if it were a rider, except the torso has no legs. It's just fused with the equine's back. The man's long arms can reach the ground from where he sits, and atop its shoulders is an enormous head up to three feet in diameter. Oh, I forgot to mention that the N'klavi has no skin, with black blood pulsating through yellow veins. The horse's head has an enormous, gaping mouth that exudes toxic vapors, and one single eye burning like a red flame. And later that day, this dude was admitted to the local mental asylum, and they discovered that he actually had schizophrenia, and everything he described was completely false. It just did not exist. The creature's breath was thought to wilt crops, sicken livestock, and cause epidemics. I mean, that's still not as bad as your mom's breath. In 2002, one of the islands of Orkney began the practice of burning seaweed for a number of boring reasons, including making soap and glass, and improving soil for farming. The point is, the pungent smoke emitted by doing this is believed to have enraged the N'klavi and made it go on a wild rampage, causing plagues, destroying crops, and killing cattle and horses. This disaster seemed to spread to all of the islands in the business of burning seaweed. It's said that, like many sea-dwelling mythical creatures, the N'klavi can't cross borders of fresh water, so if you're ever being chased by it, just jump across a creek or something and hope for the best. Some sort of wave of a disease swept this island, and they didn't even discover what the disease was. And that caused all the cows to die, everyone to get sick, and it also caused these people to go mentally insane and imagine these things. And so the only thing that they could blame was some random creature that didn't exist, and it was the product of their imagination, because of the disease. It must have been some sort of brain disease or something, I don't even know. It could, wait, it could have actually been a brain disease. What is mad cow disease? What does mad cow disease, can humans get mad cow disease? Yes, humans can get mad cow disease. Okay, so what are the, what is it, the symptoms? The side, the sudden note of symptoms. It can lead to dementia, difficulty speaking. Can it cause schizophrenia? Yes, mad cow disease can cause schizophrenia. Okay, so maybe, maybe it could have been mad cow disease that sort of infected this island. And then that would explain why the cows died as well, like, potentially. Skinwalker. The stories of skinwalkers originate from Navajo culture and indigenous people of the southwestern United States. You've probably seen memes and videos all over the internet of creepy animals and dudes in spooky costumes hiding in the trees with captions like, guys, I found a skinwalker, ah. But these cannot be further from the reality of these creatures. In Navajo culture, there are people that practice medicine and types of magic for the benefit of the community as healers or medicine men. They may learn about both good and evil magic for the purpose of protecting against evil. Witches are essentially the opposite of these healers. They're dark reflection, if you will. Oftentimes they start out as medicine men, but they use their knowledge of evil magic to hurt others. And they use the corpses of humans to do their work. They make their tools from human bones and use parts of the body to make potions, which they use to kill or hurt others. To become a skinwalker, a witch must kill a close family member, preferably a sibling. This gives them the ability to shapeshift into different animals, usually predatory animals like bears, coyotes, and wolves. But they can assume the shape of any creature. Wait, so is that a punishment or an upgrade? So you have to unalive your sibling and then you gain this power of becoming a skinwalker and having shapeshifting? But then what happens to the sibling? Doesn't the sibling just die? It just dies, and then what next? But anyways, if I managed to become a skinwalker, say if I unalived all of my siblings, I think you already know what animal I'm becoming. I'm becoming the furriest, the furriest, fluffiest cat humanly possible. And I'm just gonna be spending every single day going, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, because I imagine not having to worry about jobs, bills, work, all that stuff. I could just sit on a porch all day, just go, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. They choose their shape based on the abilities they need to do their evil work, such as claws, stealth, speed, or strength. When in human form, the skinwalker wears the skin of the animal they transform into, and their eyes look like those of that animal. And when in animal form, their eyes look human. Down. By day, these witches walk among the humans of their tribe unnoticed. But at night, they transform to cause illness, death, and destruction wherever they go. They can even read minds and control their victims to do their bidding. And they're often blamed for causing all manner of mysterious mischief and trouble. But are these real, though? Like, I don't know whether it's real. Like, is it possible for a skinwalker to exist? Like, is there enough evidence to suggest that skinwalkers are, like, a real thing? Oh, wait, apparently they're real.