Complete the story.. Once cold morning as i was walking through the woods .. I heard the sound of flapping wings.
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One cold morning as I was walking through the woods, I heard the sound of flapping wings. I am walking through the woods obviously there will be birds flying around here I thought. I continued walking forward in the same direction as I was before. I was also trying not to panic. There was only one thing on my mind why did he wake up this early and why did he leave the getaway place and where did he go. Well certainly that isn’t one thing on my mind, let me re-phrase it there was one person on my mind and he was Chase my best friend. Chase and I go way back to the kindergarten. We’ve got each other’s back; I will be there for him always when he does wrong stuff.
Chase and I after whole lot of drama decided to go to a getaway place because the situation we were stuck in was pretty hard on both of us. I know we weren’t involved in anyone’s murder. Well from my side I know I wasn’t involved in it but I’m sure that Chase wasn’t involved either. The police solved the mystery of the murder and court gave the statement that the people believed in prejudice and they thought that what they thought was right. And we weren't involved in the first degree murder at all. Anyway enough of the flashback but where did he go this early in the morning I thought as I walking.
I heard a bit of shuffling from behind, I never looked back because you know right, looking back is only going to harm you so just have a straight face and keep moving forward. I then heard gun shots in a distance. *Run* my sub-conscious mind yelled at me, it didn’t even take me a second to realize that I started running but I tripped and fell face first. “Ugh, why me?” I yelled exasperatedly. “That’s because the odds are against you” I heard someone say from behind me. While trying to pick myself up I fell again but I made sure I sat on the ground properly and then I saw the face of the person who spoke just now. I saw Chase standing there with a wicked smile on his face and a gun in his hand. Before I could speak Chase lowered the gun towards my forehead and said “Bye, best friend” Those were the last things I heard before listening to the deafening gunshot and I got lost in the dark abysses.
About Midnight Stories: October is the month of spooks and things that go bump in the night, so what better than a series of scary stories to get you in the mood for Halloween? Read on.
I’m a late-sleeper and I went through a phase during which I could only fall asleep after hours of reading in an easy chair by our bedroom window.
Sometimes I’d fall asleep in the chair and wake to the twittering of some early birds, still wearing my glasses. Rarely did I turn in before one in the morning.
One Friday night (or in the full dark that is the precursor of dawn), I woke up with a start.
There being no sign of what woke me, I was about to go back to sleep when I heard it.
A sound like that of a strong wind whipping clothes left to dry on a sampayan. Or a rapid clack-clack-clack like rubber sandals slapping against feet during a brisk walk.
A quick check of the wall clock showed it was one in the morning—too late for the neighborhood boys to be engaged in a game of street basketball.
I opened the window closest to me and squinted at a blur of movement near one of our gate lamps. Did they lose their ball and send someone over our fence to retrieve it?
I realized I had removed my glasses sometime during the night and couldn’t make out what I was seeing.
I was on my way to retrieve them so I could switch on the gate lights when it hit me: the blur of movement I saw and the sound I heard were that of a fluttering of wings!
I quickly shut the window and drew the curtains over it. Goosebumps crawling all over me.
What did I just see?! If a bird made that image and sound, it must have been a very big bird! I shuddered at the thought of coming face to face with it at the window had I dallied long enough to look for my glasses and peeked out again.
Anxious to prove myself wrong, I immediately sought out the Bulasas, whose house is right across from ours once the neighborhood began stirring at around seven or eight that morning.
I asked Beng (as she worked around their garden) if she heard anything unusual in front of our gate at around one or two a.m. but she said she had not. So I figured that was that.
I pushed the incident out of my mind until I fell into conversation with another neighbor, one of the Villanueva sons, a full year after my sighting.
I asked Al casually as I was minding my kids in the village playground one Saturday and he was there with his daughters, why the kubo that used to be located beside their house (and where they used to hold their Friday-night drinking sessions) had been discarded at a vacant lot at the edge of our street.
Al said he and one of his drinking buddies came face to face with a manananggal that landed on its roof one time—and that was the end of their kubo gatherings.
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The blood froze in my veins. Only a firewall separates us from the Villanueva residence. And here finally was validation of what I saw hovering above our gate! Al was widely regarded as the village "register"—he knew everybody and everything that happens in our place.
Seeing my incredulous stare, Al went on to say one of his daughters, Fina, saw the same thing fly past their window while she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror and he reminded me that I once rang them up one night to check what it was that crashed on our roof and was walking around up there.
Although I remembered the incident he spoke of, even I was barely able to believe these mythical creatures exist. Folklore describe manananggals as creatures who are able to separate their upper torso from their lower extremities and fly with the aid of bat-like wings.
(The wooshing I heard when I opened the window back then very much resembled the sound a big kite would make if it caught the wind in its flaps. So would bat wings if the membranes spanning across these—flapped against the wind.)
The creature’s upper torso supposedly dangles its entrails as it flies off, lands on roofs and lets down a proboscis much like a butterfly’s to suck th