When I was a kid and children in the neighborhood talk about aswangs, maligno, monsters, and other urban mythos, I didn't usually get intimidated while others already took pee on their shorts. I always believed in the saying "to see is to believe" so whatever form of exaggeration they put on their stories about the tiktik who eats fetus inside a woman's womb, the kapre who smokes on big, tall trees, and the mangkukulam who makes curses, I still stood on my belief that those were all fictitious.
But not anymore last night when a monster came to our house. I thought it was a dream. But it was not. It was real.
My brother, you're too early for Halloween. :P