#asasabonsam

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The Asanbosam is a vampire in the folklore of the Akan people of Ghana and Côte d'Ivoire. It is said to have pale skin, blood-shot eyes, fangs made of iron, and hooked feet that point both ways.

The Asanbosam uses its unique feet to hang upside down from branches, snatching up unwary passersby. It has also been said to sit in trees and attack people with its feet. There are even stories of the creature using its feet to drain its victim's blood.

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[kemetic-dreams]

The Asanbosam, Asasabonsam, or more commonly Sasabonsam is a vampire-like folkloric being from the Akan people. It belongs to the folklore of the Akan of southern Ghana, as well as Côte d'Ivoire, Togo and 18th century Jamaica from enslaved Akan. It is said to have iron teeth, pink skin, long red hair and iron hooks for feet and lives in trees, attacking from above.

In mythology, it is usually portrayed as an archetypical ogre; according to A Dictionary of World Mythology: ...the hairy Sasabonsam has large blood-shot eyes, long legs, and feet pointing both ways. Its favourite trick is to sit on the high branches of a tree and dangle its legs so as to entangle the unwary hunter. Both the ogre and vampire versions have iron teeth.

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: Asasabonsam

Description: Also known as the Sassabonsam, it is described by the Asante people of Ghana as a vampire like creature, with iron teeth, pink skin, long hair and iron hooks for feet and hands. Although depicted as an ogre, some have also depicted it as a large bat. 

[thedivineprince]

The African vampire tradition is thought to be one of the oldest; perhaps consequently it is the known the least because the lore of the African people was shared primarily through the oral tradition. Totally different from the Victorian vampire, the African vampire is less centered on sexual repression, and more a supernatural explanation for crop failures and inexplicable diseases at the time. African vampires range from demonic predators such as Asasabonsam and the Adze that physically extract blood from their victims to the ghostly Obayifo that absorbed blood through psychic means. The closest thing to the human-transformed vampire in the African tradition is the witch that used a myriad of means to steal the blood from its enemies and children to keep itself young. Minions of the witch also tended to be either undead or vampiric and attacked the enemies of their master. n the deep forests of south Ghana the Ashanti hunters speak of a winged, demonic, virile, mannish creature with iron teeth lurking in the trees, the Asasabonsam. A predator to the hunters prowling in the area, the Asasabonsam would snatch men into the trees with their hook shaped feet and suck their blood. The creature may also hang by its hooked feet and snatch you away with its arms. As a species Asasabonsam were both female and male, and the sex and race of those they attacked was also nonspecific. A few sightings of the Asasabonsam declare the creature to have a wingspan of up to twenty feet, giving modern researchers a reason to believe that the Asasabonsam was actually an extremely large bat, a rare species that was indigenous to the area. Whether the creature was actually a man-eater or the scapegoat for missing hunters is of course unknown. A photograph was thought to be taken of the creature, but it is now lost and thus remains a mystery to this day. Also a product of Ashanti lore, the Obayifo (nicknamed “Bayi”) was known to various other tribes’ mythology. The Dahomeans knew it as the Asiman. But despite its different names, the common story holds up. The Obayifo was a witch masquerading amongst the living. (at Hoodoo Central) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIcJJDvjSL0/?igshid=1mcxkb0ahuuoq

[raveneuse]

Asante Sasabonsam Figure:

The Asanbosam, Asasabonsam or more commonly Sasabonsam is a vampire-like folkloric being from the Asante people. It belongs to the folklore of the Ashanti of southern Ghana, as well as Côte d'Ivoire, Togo and 18th century Jamaica from enslaved Asantes. It is said to have iron teeth, pink skin, long red hair and iron hooks for feet and lives in trees, attacking from above.

In mythology, it is usually portrayed as an archetypical ogre; according to A Dictionary of World Mythology:

...the hairy Sasabonsam has large blood-shot eyes, long legs, and feet pointing both ways. Its favourite trick is to sit on the high branches of a tree and dangle its legs so as to entangle the unwary hunter.

Both the ogre and vampire versions have iron teeth.

[mor-beck-more-problems]

Snags and Snarls || Morgan & Kaden

Morgan and Kaden really just wanted to do the jacket exchange and leave, but there’s more than snark waiting for them in the darkety-dark. 

@chasseurdeloup

Morgan resented having to do anything nice for Kaden. She had considered turning the leather to plastic imitation, thinning out the thread along the sleeves so they ripped twice as easily, just to make his day a little harder. But she had made a bargain. She owed him. And she certainly didn’t want him to argue that she owed him anything else after this stupid drop off. So, Kaden’s leather jacket was restored to what she guessed was factory condition, and with the help of some clothes from her own goodwill bin, insulated with wool padding against the lingering cold. She told Kaden when it was ready and when to meet her at Flipped. It was eerie, driving up on what looked like a foggy night at all of--four in the afternoon. In March. She parked at the edge of the lot under a heavy fir tree and huddled in the safety of her Subaru, lights still on, since it was harder to see than usual. This should just be a quick exchange. Give him the damn jacket and get back home. When she thought she saw a particularly smug-asshole looking shape approach, Morgan opened her door a crack and peered out. “Are you gonna be creepy or are you gonna come take your jacket?”

Kaden wondered if he had wasted his $15 favor on a jacket but either way, he was pretty pleased to be getting it back. The wool one he’d been wearing in the meantime was fine, but he just didn’t like it as much. Didn’t have the right weight, not enough pockets, not as nice and worn. He looked around a bit as he approached the diner. Didn’t see anyone standing around. Made sense, though, it was a little chilly. Plus, probably not ideal to hang out exposed in the open during whatever bullshit eternal night that was happening in town at the moment. He had a feeling the car with the lights on was her, had to be right? Hands still in his pockets for warmth, he leaned down a bit to try and get a closer look when she pushed her door open. He scrunched his nose at her comment. “Creepy? The hell does that mean? You’re the one holed up in your car. I’m not going to be creepy, calm down.” He tried to resist rolling his eyes but couldn’t manage. “I just want the jacket and then you can feel free to write your debt off.” He reached out hand, waiting for her to hand over the jacket.

Morgan grimaced at Kaden as he came over, incapable of even admitting how he carried himself, how well he wore the ‘I’m a murdering asshole’ stamp over his head. “Oh, please,” she said. “You’re trying this on right now, because I am not coming back here in a week just because you decided ‘the lining isn’t right’ or ‘I made the sleeves too short,’” She mocked his accent in a baby voice as she got out of the car and handed him the jacket. “I have spare material in the back, so just make up your mind now, and no backsies later.” She glanced around them, arms folded over her against the cold. There was a strange sound above them, like the wind only not. She hoped Kaden would be quick so they could get the heck out of here. 

Kaden rolled his eyes again. He had a feeling if this interaction lasted much longer, it was bound to keep on happening. “Fine. And do not sound like that,” he said as he shrugged off his current coat, placing it on the roof of her car for the time being. He held out the jacket in front of him. It was impressive work, he had to admit. It looked good as new. Maybe a little better. No doubt it was a stark improvement over the sad charred shell it had been when he brought it to her. He swung it around and put his arms in it. He tugged on the lapels a little once it was, rolled his shoulders, then swung his arms back and forth in front of him to make sure it all moved fine, that nothing impared his movement, all that. With his arms crossed in front of him, elbow touching the inside of his arm, he met a touch of resistance. “Hmm, little tight right there,” he said, collapsing his shoulders forward into the seam. Nothing popped, though. “Should stretch out just fi--” A scraping sound in the nearby trees cut him off. He froze in place and his head shot up, trying to see where it came from. But all he could see was the strange pitch black of the afternoon night sky; he couldn’t make anything out beyond the first row of branches even if he wanted to. He waited a moment, but there was nothing more to hear in the following few seconds, just the wind. Maybe he was just hearing things.

Morgan rolled her eyes. Of course nothing was quite good enough. “It’s insulated, so it keeps you warmer,” she grumbled. “You don’t want that stuff to be too thin and bendy—” She was going to go on about the composition of the thing when the sound came again, closer. She gave Kaden a puzzled look—Did he hear that too? Did his hunter brain—then there were nails inside her shoulders, sharp and heavy, and she was off the ground. Morgan flailed in the grasp of whatever had her and shrieked to the sky.

“Putain!” Kaden shouted as claws descended from the fucking trees and into Morgan’s back. He reached out to try and grab her away from the monster, his first instinct. Not his best, admittedly, but keeping her on the ground seemed like the best plan he had at the moment. He got one of her calves first, then reached up to lock his arm around her hips, leaning back to pull her back down to the ground with all the strength and weight he could muster. Didn’t look like it was going too well. His mind raced to place the creature in his lexicon of supernatural creatures. Tree demon. Big ass claws. Night. Vampire? Asasabonsam. Had to be. “Hold on!” he shouted at her as he tried to pull her out of the monster's grip. 

“Hold onto what?” Morgan shrieked. She had a monster pulling on her shoulders hard enough to dislocate something, and Kaden was on her legs. Between the two of them, she might as well snap in half. That would be a fun hospital trip. The creature yanked on her harder, enough that she cried out, shrill and strangled with fear. She flailed to find purchase on something, anything, and caught her hand on the rough, cold skin on the creature. That was something. Good. Good something. But now what? She clawed her fingers up its arm, too breathless with fear to scream anymore, and pressed down her cuff. She opened herself up, desperate, and pushed. 

The creature let out a ragged, roaring cry of horror. It dropped its hold and Morgan plunked to the ground. She gathered herself up, heaving for breath, and went still again as the creature’s blood splattered down the tree and into her hair. She hadn’t thought about that when she’d made the skin on its arm turn to liquid. But looking up, stiff and trembling, Morgan knew that the creature understood plenty and was ready to make her pay. 

“Anything, pick something!” he shouted back. Kaden was going to have to let go of her if that piece of shit vampire was going to keep its yanking at her into the tree. He tried to keep his grip, pull her back, but it was no use, the creature pulled her up and away out of his grip. Fuck, shit, putain de merde. He wasn’t sure what to do next. Climb a fucking tree? He didn’t have a crossbow or anything like that with him. A gun? No gun. For once. Shit. He dug through his pockets to pull out a knife, still unsure of what good that would do in the immediate but having a weapon ready sounded like a better idea than not. He was about to climb up the fucking tree when he heard the horrfying shriek and saw her fall from the trees. He went to go catch her and got a face full of blood and liquid vampire skin. Perfect. He looked up and saw the monster lunging down at him, screaming and missing part of its arm. No mistaking it, it was angry. Merde, she really did a number on him. Kaden reached out for the arm, digging his fingers into the wound and pulling the beast downwards before plunging his knife wherever it would hit, sinking it into the monster’s ribcage. Wasn’t going to kill it but it sure looked like it hurt. “Get me a fucking stake!” he yelled out to the witch. 

“From WHERE?” Morgan cried. She was still shaking from end to end. Blood and liquified muscle soaked through her hair and sweater, sticking to her skin. She needed to think—of course. She was under a ducking tree, of course! Morgan pawed the ground for sticks, throwing them indiscriminately Kaden’s way. At last she pulled herself to her feet by the trunk and snapped off a low branch. “Uh, will this work better?” She said. She passed it over, still shaking. Were there more in the trees? Was it going to spring back up and try again because she hadn’t gotten a stake sooner? Morgan began to inch towards her Subaru, just in case she needed a faster escape. 

The wailing from the monster was fucking annoying. And loud. Made it hard to concentrate. Still, Kaden pulled out his knife and tried to take the monster down out of the trees, using all the strength he could muster while she fumbled for a stake. But he knew if he got this fucker down on the ground, they’d have the advantage. Problem being, despite the thing being injured, Kaden could feel his feet getting lighter, his grip on the ground slowly slipping away. Putain. Not good. Just as he was pretty sure he was about to be pulled up into the trees, he heard Morgan and turned back to grab whatever it was she threw at him, letting go of the knife still stuck in the vampire’s ribs and catching the branch. Fuck, a branch? Would it even go through? As he felt his feet leave the ground, he decided he didn’t have time to ponder it. He took the makeshift stake and rammed it where the heart should be. And nothing happened. Fuck. Kaden’s eyes grew wide a moment as the monster growled and lunged for his neck. He took a swing with his fist at the branch sticking out of the vampire’s chest, shoving it in farther. And then… poof. The creature burst into dust, its grip on Kaden gone like it had never been there and he fell to the ground right back into the pool of blood that had liquified off the monster earlier. “Merde,” he grumbled to himself as he tried to stand and brush himself off, dust sticking to the blood on his jacket. “You alright?”

Morgan watched with horrified fascination from her place pressed against her car. One minute the thing was there, with its strange, nightmare feet thrashing, and its throat warbling wounded, reedy cries. Then it was gone. If she hadn’t made such a mess with its arm, you wouldn’t have been able to tell it had been there before. It wasn’t like any death Morgan had ever seen. “Shit,” she whispered, groping for the door handle. “P-peachy with a side of keen,” she said, testing her shoulder. Oh. That...some of that blood was hers. “Only got a little maimed by...what was that thing? You’re um…” She grimaced, uncomfortable with her concern. “You’re not maimed either, right?”

“Little’s better than it could have been. You sure you’re alright?” Kaden took quick stock of himself, any injuries. His back hurt after falling but, minor, really. She looked worse, that was for sure. “I’m good.” He took a quick look at the jacket. Fucking hell. “Uh, this might not be, though.” There were new claw marks in it on top of the dust-caked blood. Lovely. “Oh and that? That was one of those tree vampires. Asanbosam, I think? Can’t say for sure if that’s the right name, probably. You’d have to double check with Al--” He stopped himself short of announcing his friend as a slayer. Not a great idea to someone he barely knew who didn’t seem to love the idea that he was a hunter. “With a book. Or something. Should be right, though.” He shrugged off the jacket, poor thing. It had gone through a lot. “Uh, I hate to ask but…” 

Holy universe, this was almost as bad as getting pulled up a tree by a monster. Kaden, ‘French asshole who treated people like stuff’ Kaden, was a hunter with humanity. It shouldn’t have been the most surprising revelation. Blanche liked him enough to involve him in tracking Miriam, and Morgan had been to many awkward holiday parties with people who would give her hugs and an extra casserole with $20 wrapped in a napkin and then stick a Bush-Cheney sign in their lawn. It was a familiar clusterfuck. She just didn’t think she’d have to have it with Kaden, who was at least some of the things she thought he was, but also didn’t seem to be striking deals over giving a crap now that she needed a lot more than a waffle plate. “I brought extra material in case you had a problem with it,” she said. “Hand it over. And uh--” she tested her shoulder again. “If you’ve got a first aid kit, that’d be great until I can get to--” She stopped short of saying Nisa’s name. “Somewhere to fix myself up better.”

Kaden handed her the jacket and took a look over at her shoulder. Yeah, didn’t look great. It didn’t look like it needed stitches from what he could see but there was no doubt it needed treatment of some sort. His brow furrowed a moment, she was asking for help? “Yeah, I’ve got one in my car. It’s around the corner, though.” Just a moment ago he would have guessed she was about to hop in her car and high tail it out of there as fast as possible. It wasn’t hard to see she wanted little to nothing to do with him. Still, the whole point of hunting was to keep humans safe, even if he wasn’t sure why that was so hard for so many to grasp. He wasn’t going to just walk away if she was injured. “It’s going to take me a minute to get it. Let me know if you want me to take a look when I’m back. I’m no doctor but I’ve dealt with my fair share of claws and teeth wounds.” 

That...did actually sound helpful. The less she had to put on Nisa and Deirdre, the better. Morgan gave Kaden a reluctant nod. “Yeah, that would be…” How was this more bewildering than scary tree vampires being real? “Great. Thank you.” She turned away from him quickly, too weirded out to linger on the moment, and opened the back of her car for her scrap bin. There was a pleather jacket Anya had raked her claws down. She had worked her head around the knack of thread thickness and ink and dye plenty in the weeks since Kaden had first given her the damn thing; it cost her little brainpower now to bring the two pieces together for a fresh repair. Good as new again. She sagged against her car, carefully holding the jacket away from her, and waited for Kaden to come back. “Give it another go,” she said. “Maybe the second time’s the charm.”

With a quick nod and the jacket now in her hands again, Kaden headed to his beat up Volvo station wagon down the street to grab the well-worn first aid kit out of his trunk. Some people had pristine first aid kits that they kept for an emergency that never came. His wasn’t like that at all. If he had to guess, there wasn’t one thing in that kit that had originally come with it. Every item had been replaced time and time again. When he got back to her car, he was surprised to see she was already down. He put the kit down a moment and tried on the jacket. Once again, he shrugged it on, rolled his shoulders a bit. Still felt good. “Good as new.” Honestly, he was a little shocked she was able to fix it up as well as she did, magic or otherwise. It should have been nothing but trash after the run-in with the mime cut out. “Uh, thanks. Let’s get that wound cleaned up, alright?”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “I told you it would be,” she said. “You don’t have to be that surprised.” But she was glad he was, and the snip in her tone faded quickly. “And uh...thank you, too. Really. I appreciate this.”  It felt weird to offer him a smile, all the more so for knowing how little this changed anything. But what else did you do for the person who stopped you from being vampire food?

[thedinkyandstinkyfritzworkshop]

Vampire Species

Cursed Vampire: While originally spread as a curse from the Chiropterans, using Camazotz blood, but now is a hereditary disease that has become a complete race. The vampiric gene is dominant and most offspring of vampires and other races will be vampiric. Cursed vampires resemble Humanoids of all kinds except for their crave for blood and supernatural powers. They are extremely social and often work with other species either for civilian or self interest.

(Playable) Dhampir: Humanoid offspring of vampires. Offspring between vampires and moral result in Dhampir. They have traits from their vampiric bloodline but do not need to consume blood to survive, but they can.

(Playable) Chiropteran: Bat looking Humanoids that appear to be a more civil species than vampiric species. While all other species require blood as a good source this common link seems to resemble more of the variety of common bats. Some do consume blood while others prefer insects or fruits. Unlike other species this group uses agriculture instead of hunting to keep a steady food supply.

Camazotz: Giant beasts resembling massive, viscous bats. While to most mortal species see these creatures as uncontrollable predators most vampiric species use these creatures as trackers or trained hunters. To more civilized vampire species these creatures are like pets to them. Even the docile Chiropterans keep these creatures as lovable pets and train them to act tame toward others. These intelligent beast can detect other vampiric species and will avoid attacking them. Even feral packs will refuse to harm a Dhampir that abstains to blood without provocation.

Asasabonsam: Solitary vampires that lurk in trees for prey. They appear as dark grey, boney, humanoids with hook-shaped hands and feet with three claws, and a set of sharp arbor fangs in their mouth. They typically live in canopies or dense forests and stalk creatures walking below the branches. When they believe a creature to be distracted they will lift a creature with their hook appendages and eagerly drink them dry of blood. They are solitary and leave other vampiric species alone. They don’t mind mingling with other vampires if it benefits them but they typically just don’t bother interacting with other vampires.

Virline: A small feline looking species that is typically a pet to most vampires. They move similar to wyverns with their wings also being their forearms. The species also has 2 heads and a set of 2 eyes on each head. They feed on smaller species and show undeniable companionship to any creature.

Sangu: Deer-like monsters with 8 spider legs, 6 antlers, hundreds of black beady eyes, and needle-like fangs. They look like normal deer with mossy patterns on their back. Their legs and antlers resemble branches. They use this camouflage to confuse other deer and predators before consuming them. They are solitary creatures that do not involve themselves with other vampiric species and are extremely territorial even to other vampires.

Jaevam: Massive stone colored beast with six legs that resemble an elephant and a flat face covered in about a hundred large eyes. This creature disguises itself as a part of a stone structure or a boulder. With their incredible strength they can carve massive sections out of stone to slide into. When prey crosses them they will charge out and corner the prey. Amongst their hundred eyes is one mouth- disguised to appear to look like an eye. This mouth has a long and sticky tongue that can launch out like a frog’s. While these creatures hunt alone they do stay together in small familial or platonic groups.

[bukbot]

The Asanbosam, Asasabonsam or more commonly Sasabonsam is a vampire-like folkloric being from West Africa. It belongs to the folklore of the Ashanti of southern Ghana, as well as Côte d'Ivoire and Togo. It is said to have iron teeth and iron hooks for feet and to live in trees, attacking from above.

Well, they were 6 months 18-24 weeks of each other: bourgeoisie and of Satan’s hideous climb through the first time in residence.

[diamondsdivulgacoes]

#Repost @eulinoblog • • • • • NOVA COLETÂNEA: www.dardaeditora.com Sede Imortal - Contos | Até 28/11/2019 Uns dos seres mais populares da atualidade, os vampiros são populares por sua presença em diversas obras, desde a literatura até em filmes e séries. Algumas figuras são mais conhecidas, como o famoso Drácula ou a Condessa Sangrenta, outras são necessárias ir mais a fundo no universo, para encontrar figuras mais antigas, como a vampira Carmilla. No entanto, os vampiros não existem apenas nos moldes da cultura pop e do terror atuais. Suas lendas são muito mais antigas e diversas do que se possa imaginar. Espalhados em histórias ao redor de todo o mundo, podemos encontrá-los por diversos nomes: o ekimmu e o uruku da Suméria, além da lenda de Lilith; os raksashas e raksashis indianos; o langsuir hindu; o chiang-shih chinês; o yara-ma-yha-who australiano; o obayifo e asasabonsam africanos; a lamiae e vrykolakas gregas; os strigoi e nosferatu romenos; o upyr russo; a cihuateteo e o tlahuelpuchi mexicanos; o cupendipe brasileiro; entre outras mais. Mostre que há bem mais facetas dos vampiros no mundo, sem esquecer jamais de sua eterna Sede Imortal. #eulinoblog #euleionacional #euapoioliteraturanacional #EuamoLer #instalivros #bookstagram #influenciadoresliterarios  #instalivros #vidadeleitora #vidadeautora #viciadosemlivros #vidadeblogueira #blogueiras #livros #amazon https://www.instagram.com/p/B7eHzSjDjVy/?igshid=1v6djmroax7bq

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

NAME: Asanbosam

ALSO KNOWN AS: Asasabonsam, Sasabonsam

RARITY: ★★★★☆

THREAT LEVEL: ★★★★☆ | Rare but deadly; ambush predators that are effective killers. Highly unlikely to be identified by non-slayers; slayer assistance strongly recommended.

ORIGIN: The asanbosam comes from West African folklore, particularly the Ashanti of southern Ghana, Cote d’lvoire, and Togo. It’s described as a vampire with hooked feet and iron teeth which hangs upside down from trees, attacking and killing anyone unlucky enough to pass underneath. They are sometimes compared to ogres.

DESCRIPTION: Most vampires aren’t arboreal, but the asanbosam is atypical in that regard. They spend all night up in trees, only coming down to the ground during the day so they can find shelter and wait out the sun. They’re one of the less humanoid types of vampires, but that doesn’t make them any less dangerous. White Crest is brimming with nice trees for these vampires to hide in and wait for a good ambush. When they have someone in their grasp, they pull them up the tree with them and slowly drain the blood from their body with their fangs. Once the blood and organs are gone, they discard the skin at the base of the tree.

Despite their physical differences from other vampires, asanbosam still create others of their kind. If someone is bitten by one of these creatures, and a significant amount of blood is drained but they live to tell the tale, their body will start changing over the course of the next couple of weeks. Eventually their heart will stop beating and they’ll fully become an asanbosam. Slayers are thankfully immune to the bite.

ABILITIES: Asanbosam have strength superior to that of a typical human being, capable of pulling a grown adult male off the ground and into a tree. Their prehensile tail also doubles as a powerful weapon. A well-timed swing from it can knock the wind out of someone and even break ribs. They’re fast-moving when in trees, and can climb and swing around as efficiently as monkeys or squirrels. They have accelerated healing, too.

WEAKNESS: Due to its hooked feet, asanbosam are slow and awkward when traversing the ground. They’re nimble up in the branches, but if you can get one down, it’s as good as dead. Like most vampires, they’re vulnerable to sunlight and religious iconography. A stake through the heart can kill them.

[an-incomplete-beastiary]

Asasabonsam

The asasabonsam is a vampire-like monster species found in the folklore of the Ashanti people in Ghana, West Africa. This African vampire has a human appearance with a set of iron teeth and hooks for feet that point in both ways. The creature is hairy and has large blood-shot eyes.

The creature lived deep in the forest and was rarely encountered.

Asasabonsam sat on treetops, allowing its legs to dangle downward and using its hook-shaped feet to capture unwary passer-bys. The creature would eat the victim alive.

[kururokuga-bombfish]

Vampire

(Anime: Vampire Knight.)

A vampire is a being from folklore that subsists by feeding on the life essence (generally in the form of blood) of the living. In European folklore, vampires were undead beings that often visited loved ones and caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods they inhabited when they were alive. They wore shrouds and were often described as bloated and of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today's gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early 19th century.

In modern days, vampires are described as evil demons with human form who are wise, cunning and can use certain powers such as controling the minds of bats, shape-shift into bats, using their superhuman strenght and simple mind control on human. Purebreed vampires can create more vampires out of bitten humans to be their “contracted slave” and manipulate them as they want. However they cannot do the same to other mythical creatures

Further information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire

The Vampire Disease, with porphyria as its clinical term, is a set of rare blood disorders. It is the reason for our belief in vampires today. What is not known to many is that it is a disease that caused the suffering of many porphyria patients at a time when they needed love and care most. People suffering from porphyria have symptoms manifested by mythological vampires. Their skin is sensitive to sunlight, their urine is reddish to purplish in color, the gums are shrunk making the teeth looking more prominent and canine-like and they have an averse reaction to garlic. Likewise, people suffering from porphyria will feel constant abdominal pains, will have increased hair growth, bouts of vomits and tightened skin. It is ironical that those with porphyria, who were supposed to be getting medical help, were instead feared, abhorred and was burned at the stake during the Inquisition by no less than the church officials. About 600 of them were burned at the stake during this period. This is where the idea that vampires are repelled by crucifix originated. This is also the reason why porphyria victims, and so are “vampires”, are afraid of the church and anything that symbolizes it.

Today, porphyria has mutated to sets of disorders. It is not common but may be present in 1 out of 10,000. A battery of tests has to be done for it to be diagnosed. It is not curable but it may be contained through regular blood transfusion. It can also be controlled if the patient will have a healthy lifestyle.

(From Melanie Ramirez)

Similar monsters to the Vampire:

Japan:  Nukekubi is a being whose head and neck detach from its body to fly about seeking human prey at night.

Africa: The Asanbosam, Asasabonsam or more commonly Sasabonsam is said to have iron teeth and iron hooks for feet and to live in trees, attacking from above. And  impundulu or the kwane (or izulu, inyoni yezulu) is a lightning bird and a vampire who feeds off blood, in human form it will feed off humans, but in animal form it will feed off other birds.There are other examples of vampire birds but none as frightening as the impundulu.

Americans: The soucouyant is a shapeshifting Caribbean folklore character appears as a reclusive old woman by day, flies across the dark sky as a fire ball at night and draws blood. The female version of it would be the Tunda.

Philipine: There are two main vampire-like creatures in the Philippines: the Tagalog Mandurugo("blood-sucker") as a shapeshifting young woman and the Visayan Manananggal ("self-segmenter") another shape shifting older beautiful woman.

Malaysia:  Penanggalan is a woman who is able to detach her fanged head which flies around in the night looking for blood, typically from pregnant women.

Indonesia:  A Kuntilanak or Matianak  is attractive woman with long black hair that covered a hole in the back of her neck, who died during childbirth and became undead. She sucks children blood.

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ASASABONSAM; Demir dişlere ve insan görüntüsüne sahip olan yaratık. Ormanda yaşar ve avlanır , avını yakalamak için kanca şeklindeki elini ve ayaklarını kullanır.

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Monster of the Week: The Asasabonsam

When we think of vampires, we often envision the European type, not realizing that there are all types of vampires throughout the world. One of the more interesting variations of the vampire myth is a creature known as the asasabonsam. The asasabonsam is a peculiar vampire derived from Ghana lore. The Republic of Ghana is located along the Gulf of Guinea and the Atlantic Ocean in West Africa. The word “Ghana” means “Warrior King.”

The legend of the asasabonsam likely comes from the Ashanti people of Southern Ghana. However, the people of Togo and the Ivory Coast also speak of a similar creature.

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