Once again we have reached the end of a year of Phone Guys comics. Time to wrap up all the loose ends for the year….

‘Tis the Halloween season, which is quite beneficial for my new Supernatural Sunday. Here’s some moster type folks:

Vic Santos

A gangster from the golden age of organized crime, Vic Santos was shot, execution-style by his own crew when they had decided that he was too much of a risk to work with. His body was left in the foundation of an apartment that was being built, and Vic was soon forgotten.

Nearly a century later, some jerkass teenagers who live in the apartment building perform a mystic ritual as a party game that brings new life into the gangster’s corpse. The newly awakened Vic, still bitter about the betrayal by those he once considered his friends, lashes out by killing the kids, one by one, intent on using their mystic ritual to raise them as skeletons to make a new mob loyal to him.

Vic Santos is basically my attempt to create a supernatural slasher horror villain. One from the supernatural-guy-with-a-personality, like Freddy Krueger, rather than the mute Jason Voorhees variety. Vic would probably make terrible jokes after his kills (and also probably talk in outdated slang). One of the teenagers will undoubtedly be able to make him return to death, but he’ll always find a way to come back, over and over again.

Yellow Werewolf

Traditionally, if you are bitten or scratched by a werewolf, you are cursed to become a werewolf yourself. The Yellow Werewolf is somewhat different. If it bites or scratches you, but does not kill you, you are cursed to become the Yellow Werewolf. The same one. The Yellow Werewolf is a persistent intelligence that transfers from victim to victim, more like a demonic possession than your average werewolf, but it can only be active during the full moon, so it has to be extremely cunning, much less bestial, if it wants to survive.

I jokingly made up the name “The Yellow Werewolf” in another character’s write-up and, never one to let something go, when I decided I wanted to do some Halloweeny characters I remembered that and decided to just go for it. To date, this is now only the second Super Sunday character I have made whose name starts with the letter Y.

Okay, as I got tired of sketching Superheroes and Supervillains I wondered what kind of characters I could sketch next to continue my Super Sundays. Well, if I’m going to go on fleshing out the Universes I have begun, I figured they would need a lot of just strange and supernatural creatures. So today I begin Supernatural Sundays with a couple of real weirdos.

The Unwelcome

The Unwelcome is not from here. The Unwelcome does not belong here. It is not from the ocean, or the desert, or the forests. It is not supposed to be on this planet.

The Unwelcome is not human. The Unwelcome is not nice to humans. It has not been seen by almost all humans. The few humans who have seen it can not tell what they saw. They know what they didn’t see (a bear, a shark, a tree, a lamp, and so on), but their human minds can not fathom what they did see. Did they see anything?

There are, of course, also those humans who see the Unwelcome but don’t have a chance to remember. The Uwelcome does not leave its victims in one piece.

Okay, I drew this sketch during my Supervillains year, but didn’t know what it was about. In the end, when I decided that a more general “Supernatural” Sunday was next, I decided to save it for that. I figure it is a monster from another dimension that blends into humanity by making us utterly incapable of knowing anything about it.

The Tonguecatcher

Floating through the night as silent as a balloon, the Tonguecatcher peers through windows at the sleeping populace. If it happens to come across some sleeper with their mouth open, their tongue exposed, the Tonguecatcher will open windows, shake the sleeper awake, grab their tongue and pull. Once it has the tongue separated from the victim (it doesn’t seem to care one way or another if the victim lives or not), it flies off into the distance, though nobody knows where it goes, or what it does with the tongues it has taken.

The idea of a silent being floating around and looking in windows for someone to attack is, I think, generally pretty creepy. That sort of invasion of the place where you are sleeping has got to have been one of the first terrors that humanity dealt with. I always considered the Cacodemons from Doom to be a personal favorite, so I drew some inspiration from that.