Chaos Inside A Pen

Author's Note: Danag is spirits that once co-exist with mortals according to the Isneg Folklore in the Philippines. However, their co-existence ended when these spirits soon learn to crave human blood   It was the chilling wind of 5 in the morning that embrace my bones as I step outside for a jog. The surrounding is still dark but thin slits of light are slowly creeping from the east as I decide to take the familiar path that leads towards the green fields of our barrio. For almost 10 years of living in the city with every corner smothered with glitz and glamour, the sight of our village is still the one that my eyes yearn for. The simplicity of the houses that are not competing with their sizes and height. The trees that are more appealing the than the lifeless skyscrapers that look like an oversized tombstone at dusk. And most of all, the greenfield that makes you finally breathe life itself as compared to the stench of smog in the big city that chokes out the life in all of us. ...

  Arnold dreamed that he was in a garden with Emma.   They run across the acres of hundreds of flower-like little children savoring the years of their innocence. The breeze smells of life and all its zest and sweetness as they fling themselves in a bed of technicolor; dipping their body into the pools of petals with laughter that made the birds in the birds in the sky appear and dance above them.   It was the kind of dream that everyone, even Arnold, would wish will never end until something just shatter than a breakable wall between dreams and reality.   And for Arnold, that was when one of the flowers suddenly flaunt a red eye right in front of him the moment she looks at Emma. It gave him the look that will eternally haunt even on his waking life.   “Arnold? Arnold?”   Pain shot right through the skull or Arnold upon opening his eye with his heart skipping some of its beat upon his awakening. The first to greet him is their ceiling and the voice of Emma ...

  Denzel with his Lolo Vir hasten their way back to the apartment of Cheska as the spectral form of the young girl is like a busted bulb right now as the faint glow from its physique now flickers on and off. Her soul has been separated from her body for too long that Denzel fear that her mortal shell will reject it due to the thinning soul line.   And if worse comes to worst, she will be practically and inevitable become one of the dead.   Upon entering the unit of Cheska, the two will be greeted by Lolo Vic who is now beneath the flesh of Cheska’s body. His having the time of his life right now as he explores the sensuality of a female’s body; a Venus as an old perverted men right under the skin of a maiden that bears the body of an hourglass.   He is about to hit the “sweetspots” that every woman begs to be touched when Denzel suddenly draw a sign of the cross in the air and recited the infamous Roman Catholic rites of exorcism to expel the body of his ...

  A realm is a reflection of what kind of entity dwells on it. This explains why the mortal realm, in essence, is the perfect model of a melting pot world due to the extreme diversity of humankind. Even all are subjected and bound by their own flesh, no human is exactly the same when it comes to their soul thus you will find an assortment of areas that mirrors the identity of the people who live there.  This principle applies also to the creatures from Biringan. And since the entities are formed from the strongest desires of humankind in a twisted and chaotic fashion, chances are that anyone who has the guts to enter their world but lacks the mental fortitude will always be good as insane for they will never comprehend the purest strain of hate, fear, hunger, lust and other desires that manage to take their own shape and forms inside Biringan. Of course, that also depends if they can get out of that place that is known to trapped souls for eternity. Thus, hell in another guise...

  “Apo, I am afraid about your decision on leaving Vic with the young lady. You know him.” Lolo Vir finally breaks his silence as they follow the Dalikmata along the empty streets with only a few cars embark the midnight journey while the city is already asleep and perhaps dreaming about its former glory when its people are simpler and buildings and infrastructure doesn’t look like a colossal tombstone. “Trust me, Lo. Lolo Vic is the best choice for leaving an empty mortal shell alone.” Denzel said calmly to which Lolo Vir can’t help but to wonder if his grandchild really knows about the history of infamous grandfather that become a most wanted figure before among his peers and colleagues who are part of the occult society. It is or the same reason why he can’t Lolo Vic who sought magic in extreme means with abandoned values and virtues; a typical wizard bent on the left path. “Alright apo. But don’t tell that I didn’t warn you.” The two hurriedly catch their breath as the Dalikmat...

“You look awful,  apo. Didn’t you get a  good sleep?” Nightmares are typical to Denzel. Ever since he was still a child, most of the dreams that visit him in ungodly hours range from bizarre to something that will leave him clutching his heart as if he was about to have a heart attack upon waking up. When he starts to have a growth spurt, he manages to learn a kind of dreaming technique taught by her Lolo Virtudazo to pacify the demons of her slumber. Yet from time to time, some fragments of the diabolic dreams still manage to slip past through his mental defense. And whenever that happens, he knows it's another omen that he must take careful notice of; something awful is about to happen, and whether he likes it or not he will get involved in it. After all, that is his job as a freelance occult investigator. “As usual, another bad dream Lo…so bad I want to puk--” And without even finishing his sentence, he started to throw up on his bed due to the astronomical disgust that sti...

(First post for the year 2020! Hope everyone is having a good weekend. This story is once again is just a work of fiction...but who knows if there is a family that demand such dowry?) “Jimmy, tama?” Minabuti ni Jimmy na salubungin ang titig ng ama ni Rosafel pero hindi pa inabot ng tatlong segundo ay agad niya ring iniwas ang kanyang pagsulyap dito. Tumango ito ng marahan at ipinikit panandalian ang mga matang tila napaso sa pakikipagtitigan sa haligi ng tahanan ng mga Gutierrez. May kung ano sa mga titig na iyon ni Senyor Mauro ng tawagin niya ang kanyang ngalan sa boses nitong tila tinitimpi lang ang muhing itinatago sa likod ng iilang salita at matatalim na titig. Biglang naramdaman ni Jimmy ang mahigpit na pagkakawahak ni Rosafel sa kanyang kamay. Nang masumpungan ang maamong ngiti ng dalaga sa kanya ay bahagyang nilisan ng mga daga ang kanyang dibdib at mangilan-ngilan na lang ang mga paru-parong lumilipad sa kanyang sikmura. Nagpapasalamat na lamang ito at h...