When the egg hatches, the liderc is born. Where did the chicken go? We don't know. The liderc, however, will now proceed to f**k with your mind before literally f*****g you. It will take on the appearance of a long-dead relative or lover. This is the part of the stories that I wish offered more details, because generally they go on to say how it comes back every night to bone you, and you start wasting away to death as it humps you and sucks your blood and sits on your chest so you can't breathe and that kind of inconsiderate monster stuff ... but for real, as a relative? Like, did someone's grandma do this to them once? You hatched this egg and it looks like grandma and now she keeps coming back to pork you to death? There's a lot wrong with this story. A whole lot.

Anyway, regardless of what and who the liderc looks like (Some stories say it has one chicken leg it keeps hidden in its pants. You know, so you don't get wise to how this dead sex partner of yours may not be all they seem), it'll keep coming back, either until you're dead or you find a way to distract it. How do you distract it? Random household chores! Keep that up for the rest of your natural life and you'll get through this OK.

Incidentally, there are also a couple of other lidercs out there. One kind is just a tiny devil that you might find in the pocket of old clothes, because maybe that's where you lost that little devil you owned? Anyway, find that liderc, and suddenly your life takes a turn for the better, as you gain fame and fortune and try to overlook the fact that the cost for these wonders is your soul. The other kind of liderc is just some flying fire or a will-o-the-wisp, which seems like the least menacing of the three at this point, and doesn't involve necrophilia.

Cracked has shared the story of the popobawa with you before, because what self-respecting website could learn of the existence of a one-eyed buggerist goblin and not tell people about it? In a nutshell, that's who and what the popobawa is -- a monster who shows up when you're asleep and slips you the high hard one in the back door. Somehow even more bizarre is how, apparently, he tells you that you better tell people about it, or else he'll come back to do it again. So you know, start gossiping.

What you may not know is that this isn't some story from the Dark Ages, when a mud farmer and a poop farmer would meet in the middle of a field, sit down to a lunch of mushrooms and despair, and spin yarns about why their asses hurt so much. This thing was born in the 1960s and has been reported in the news, as in on the BBC, as late as 2001. The news legitimately reports on outbreaks of ass-blasting monsters in Tanzania. That's why 24-hour networks don't help society better itself.

How do you defend against a popobawa, and what does it want? You could try to never fall asleep, as some villagers do. As for what it wants? Your ass. It wants to be inside your ass, and then it wants you to tell your friends that last night, a small one-eyed bat man plowed your ass like a field of cassava. And that's why this monster is so terrifying. It has no part 2 to its plan. It just wants to bugger you and then enjoy knowing you told a friend.

This is a hardcore perv in the world of ancient belief. He's a full on Prince of Hell, and that means ultra-satanic levels of dickery. As the demon of lust, most old school thought blamed any perverse sexual thoughts and desires (you know, anything that doesn't involve a man and a woman frowning for 120 seconds as they make a baby) on Asmodeus. It's not all old school, though, as I even found a site that blames him for Hollywood, the Internet, and the media in general. One merely has to watch Wolf Blitzer's salacious ass for 5 minutes to know this is 100% true.

Other sites blame this demon for the existence of homosexuality, so it's best to avoid the Christian fundamentalists when researching hornballs from mythology. In most texts, Asmodeus is seen as obsessing over a woman and going to great lengths to ensure she never gets laid. In the Book of Tobit, he kills 7 successive husbands of a woman named Sarah before they can consummate their marriages, because Asmodeus is the spirit of diabolical cockblocking in the most extreme way.

Somewhere in the Talmud it suggests that the reason Asmodeus is such a s**t is because his father was Adam (as in, the first guy ever). While Adam and Eve were on a break, the angel of prostitution came to him and boned him, and their baby was Asmodeus -- meaning he's half succubus and half a guy who only ever saw one other woman in his entire life. That's a recipe for a wicked stew of semi-demented sexuality.

Like the popobawa, the thokolosi wants to debauch people in their sleep, which is apparently just a huge cultural fear in other parts of the world. Not that North Americans aren't afraid of home invasion or sexual assault, but we generally blame those things on actual creeps wearing ski masks, not dwarves who have one buttock and a penis so long they have to sling it over their shoulder like an old hose. As an aside, how does one buttock work? Where is the a*****e?

Putting aside its mysterious pooper, the thokolosi haunts the southern parts of Africa. A little fellow of about three feet in height, he's said to break into your house and give you AIDS. Is that not the shittiest monster you've ever heard of? He has AIDS. Imagine how the entire legend of bigfoot would be so much weirder if, just for no good reason, he also had herpes.

On the upside, the way to fight back against the thokolosi is to prop your bed up on some bricks because, you know, he's short. If the little guy has to put effort into his sexual assaults, he's just not going to do it.

The pontianak is an Indonesian monster that deserves special recognition thanks to the city of Pontianak, which is the capital of West Kalimantan and has a population of 573,000. Over half a million people live in a town named after a monster that eats dicks. That's some hardcore s**t. And it wasn't even an accident or a coincidence, or the monster being named after the town, oh no. They named the town for a dick muncher because, legend has it, its founder saw a pontianak at the spot where the palace would be built. And then he thought, "Welp, not eating my giggleberries if I drop a palace on your head," and went ahead with construction.

As you gathered from that colorful intro, the pontianak eats your wiener. This doesn't happen all willy-nilly, mind you; it's not like you're at 7-11, you feel a rustling near your groin, and you look down and suddenly there's a goblin there treating your junk like Big League Chew. The pontianak appears as a beautiful woman on the road when you're travelling, as a lady in white with long dark hair. If you'd ever seen any Japanese horror movies, you'd already be running in fear, but this creature was from a simpler time. She's the spirit of a woman who died while pregnant and is none too happy about that fact. If she's in a particularly sour mood, she'll seduce you and then rip out your insides before indulging in the aforementioned c**k-gobbling.

If it helps you sleep better at night, it doesn't always eat your goods. Sometimes it just rips them off with its bare hands. It will, however, suck your eyes out.

In order to prevent this unfortunate fate for yourself, you might want to avoid hot hitchhikers in general. If that's not an option, apparently you can jam a nail into the base of the pontianak's head, which will stop her from turning into her ghoulish form (she has a ghoulish form, btw) and make her into a good wife. In case you're the kind of guy who barely survives a destructive genital attack by a roadside monster and thinks, "How can I marry this beast?"