The Whistler
Working on the next update for A Dungeon Game, which has meant expanding some sections of the text and adding footnotes etc. This increased the page count a bit and the final bestiary entry (Wight) was sitting on its own on the page, which didn't spark joy. So I wrote a new monster to sit there with it.
Whistler
The bones of the dead seek each other out, fusing together in obscene angles, dragging themselves through the dirt in search of new flesh to join the amalgamation. When the marrow has rotted away the wind whistles through the gaps, playing the only song it knows - longing, and rage.
HD 10 AC 6 # Appearing 1
Those who hear the whistling must make a Cunning saving throw. On a failure they are overcome by the desire to shed their flesh and fuse their bones to the conglomeration. The urge only subsides once they are no longer able to hear the whistles.