"Good morning," the Thing in the Well calls, "And how are we doing this morning Mrs. Westmen?" -- "Just wonderfully. How have you been keeping, Thing?" -- "Fine, fine. A little peckish, a bit in the mood for, you know, a nibble, a bite to eat. But don't worry yourself, perfectly fine." -- "It's quite alright Thing, I was just thinking I should bring by some lunch. How does a ham sound?" -- "You are too kind Mrs. Westmen, just too kind..." -- The Thing in the Well has lived in the village for longer than anyone can remember. It is traditional to fix regular meals for the Thing, and to present it with a sheep or pig on special occasions. Years ago a boy went down the well on a dare. He never returned. The subject has not been broached in the presence of the Thing. Instinct: To devour

• Politely collect tribute
• Leverage townspeople through secrets
• Purify water
• Hide in darkened waters

A lost child. A crisis of faith. A life's work destroyed. Some pains never pass, and sometimes even death cannot offer peace. Sorrowful apparitions are piteous creatures, hollow shells of their former selves filled to the brim with the agony that wracked their souls even in life. They are eternally searching for something, or sometimes someone, to find the closure they could never achieve before their passing. These spectres are somewhat unusual in that they most often haunt not the places of their death, but the places they best remember as the source of their sorrow. Any who venture near these haunts find themselves accosted by weeping figures begging for help in their endless quests. Any who refuse or attempt to ignore the spirit quickly discover its vindictive wrath, and even those with the power to banish such an apparition will find that it inevitably returns. Still more foolish, however, are those who agree to help these tortured souls. Bargains with the dead rarely end well... Instinct: To seek closure

• Haunt a location
• Wail pitifully
• Foist a quest upon visitors