The night creature lives in the deep, dank, dark, smelly labyrinth of dungeons buried down below the cellars of the Notre Dame. As his name suggests, he will only ever surface during the night. He’s a fierce, short, slimy and boney creature, with not one ounce of bodily fat on him. He’s built only to hunt, resembling a scaly skeleton with two long ears, which over the years have become so matted, twisted and knotted together that they now resemble two devil’s horns. With the blackest piercing eyes, and a smell to make even those with the strongest stomach’s amongst us retch.

He traps his prey with his enormous hands, long green wart ridden fingers and razor sharp claws. Once in their grip, there will be no escape; the poor victim’s life will soon be over. The night creature grunts noisily, twisting and turning like some kind of Tasmanian devil, foaming at the mouth and drooling with excitement by the prey which he has captured. Now all that’s left for them is to feel their skin being pierced, as he slowly sinks his two long ivory yellowy stained fangs deep into their flesh, evacuating the warm blood from their bodies, as their life slowly drifts away and they seep into eternal darkness.

Surfacing on the darkest of nights when the moon is high, shrouded by low and heavy cloud coverage, when there’s dampness in the air that manages to hide the night creatures’ putrid bodily smell, and disgusting foul breath. Only then will he be able to hunt, undisturbed by anything or anyone.

Fortunately for the human race the night creature spends most of his life scrounging for scraps of food, from small mice to huge black succulent furry rats that live in the rotting sewers and corridors of the stinking dungeons way down below the old cathedral. Only during these dark and dank nights has he a much better menu. Stealing leftovers from visitors and holiday makers in the nearby waste bins within the cathedral grounds, allows him a much better selection of discarded food. On some occasions he becomes very lucky indeed, managing to corner a disorientated cat or dog, which unfortunately for them has strayed into the  private hunting ground of the night creature.