Abidun

In all my time hunting horrors, I have never had any luck tracking down and binding Abidun. Always I would come upon some place he has tread, riding the dreams of the unsuspecting until their heart gives out or madness takes them. Sometimes it is both. The only thing I consistently find in his victims that have succumbed to the madness is this rhyme they speak over and over and over until their tongue gives out just before their heart stops.

Here I am drifting down searching for sleep.
But a gate bars my way, dread Abidun.
Like Leviathan he hides in the deep.
His oily hands grasping me for his fun.
There is no escape. There is no way out.
Beli please rescue me from his fierce jaws.
His moist darkness fills me. Why can't I shout?
Oh mother is that you? Oh no! Oh! CLAWS!

~ From Taubha’s Lesser Book of Names