Swift and silent, these things scurry within walls, in the spaces between the ceiling overhead and the next floor.

Small as rats, they are excellent climbers. Their milky eyes see perfectly even in total darkness.

They steal tiny objects, especially if they're sharp or pointy. Nails, thin-bladed razors, and kitchen knives vanish mysteriously, sometimes later to be found hidden in a place where they can cut or stab a bare foot or a probing finger.

When the things attack, they swarm, striking and retreating, throwing hard objects, using cords to entangle feet, seeking to inflict a combination of minor wounds whose cumulative effect ends in a painful, bloody death.

Instinct: To win

• Attack en masse
• Spring a trap
• Retreat into hidey-hole