Scary Filipino Stories Novels & Stories

Although she hired him and admitted at the onset that she has forgiven him for what happened to their relationship, the pain remains embedded deep down in her heart. Unknown to Sarah, her ex-boyfriend is suspecting her to be the manananggal who has been terrorizing the streets of Makati and the killer of his parents. During the times he is in the United States, he hired a team of researchers who are experts in the field of mythical creatures. He instructed them to focus on learning about the way a manananggal hunts its prey and how it masquerades itself as an innocent member of society. And cross-reference this with the evidence he gathered while in the Philippines on the lifestyle of Sarah.

Aslan, despite his age at the time, was still reeling in young women eager for some kind of “experience.” But she had to admit, the mention of the manananggal earlier had sent chills down her spine. It reminded her of an old story she’d heard as a child. During gatherings and celebrations in the hacienda, the staff would tell tales about a woman who lived near the river, close to the waterfall. Supposedly, her body would split in half, sprouting wings, and she would hunt at night. It’s ridiculous. In her world of science and medicine, stories like that didn’t hold any weight. Still, it didn’t hurt to believe just a little—at least enough to make sure she didn’t end up as prey to some mananan

Another reason is he just tired from walking. Simple lang yung bahay namin. Gaya ng tipikal na bahay ng mga pilipino. May halaman sa labas, maraming tsismosa at higit sa lahat marami batang nag lalaro kahit hinahabol na ng mga barangay tanod. I thank God because some of them are in the comfort of their home. So, no one sees him today. You know the toxic trait of filipinos once they saw you mingling with high profiled individual. It's either they will labeled you as a gold digger or a prostitute. The worst thing is they will not stop until you gave them a commission. That's how money controls the human mind. Most especially the desperate and ambitious.

"And you magically turned from a bat?" "Yep." "Okay, so... you're an aswang. Well, shit fucking bricks. I guess a bullet won't kill you." "Put the gun down, blondie. You gotta offer something to Lady Iktapati. Foreigners, coming here for our resources, outsourced labor - never once asking us, what can we give the Philippines? The gods? How can a blonde ate pay the tithe to the goddess of Domminga Mountains?" Rose crossed herself, her golden crucifix shining on her anxious collarbone.

“Take a ‘guide’ with you. It has to be someone who can fight off the 'things' up there.” “Just last week there were people who died there while swimming. Here, buy my talisman so you don’t get played with by the ‘residents’ there.” “Seriously, you people have such guts going up there! Don’t blame us if you go home carrying a corpse of one you...” Really?! It’s truly “more fun in the Philippines” when these kinds of comments come your way! Here are their stories. These aren’t their real names, alright: ++++++++++ MARC'S STORY (One of the Leaders of the Group, 19)

The term had been adopted from the Spanish word for {enchanted} so encantos were more related to faeries. Kate’s ma’s story had just taken a turn to the weird. As Kate’s eyes grew ever so large in the dimness of her bedroom, she listened to the same twist she had watched countless of times on TV but never fully believed. Such a story would normally make the rounds of TV news special episodes come Halloween season in the Philippines. It was preposterous and fantastical; the pigment of the bored and overactive imaginations of attention-seeking country lasses. It was something that Kate found entertaining when she saw it as reenactments on TV, not when it happened to someone she knew personally

I thought this man said nasty things about me. Oh no… wait! Maybe this man is trying to lure Mrs. Li. What if this man is like the folklore creatures called ‘aswang’ in this country? Yeah... that's right! What if aswang is true? I saw how his eyes turned red last night and only an aswang could do that based on stories as old as the pre-colonial period here in this country started. What is aswang? Well… Aswang is the usual term for most of those shape-shifting evil creatures in Filipino folklore. The aswang is the subject of a wide variety of myths, stories, arts, and movies, as it is well known throughout the Philippines.

laughed at the promise. It's probably because I was surprised that a dirty child was clinging to me. Why should I be happy, right? "Naturally, I was surprised, Gen. Maybe later it will be kicked and bitten." "There are no ghosts here. There are no ghosts. There are monsters." This is the answer. "You know, it's amazing that you know folk tales. Do you know the words you use in Tagalog? Can't it be Korean, Japanese, Russian, or Italian... Why Filipino and English?" I asked wonderingly. Of course, I'm Filipino, I just happened to ask here.

They kept reminding me to be patient and not worry too much, even mentioning some of the great stories of their tribe members who had suffered the same conditions, most of whom were still alive to this date and able to share the tale. I tried to calm myself after hearing those stories from Bon. And because I didn't want to be a burden and as a thank you to the tribe, I decided to help with the women's affairs. We went to a creek that they said was safe and could not be traced by men like those armed ones who were chasing me and Jack.

Phil looked at the papers with strong interest since what he saw was straight-up weird. "Uhm, sir. Are all these studies about non-scientific beings?" "Good observation Phil. Yes, they are studies on different phenomenons that cannot be explained by our modern science." Seth smiled at Phil who was staring at the papers intently. "Here look" Pointing at a paper that was filled with text about ghosts. "The one you saw behind your classmate could be a ghost." Phil was filled with doubts as he stared at Seth who was smiling while presenting to him the paper about ghosts