My apologies if this is inappropriate but I thought a little kalokohan might lighten the mood during these unstable times.

When we were younger, my cousins and I used to exchange stories about aswang, kapre and my favorite – the mangkukulam.

Do you have a favorite story you would like to share?

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    8 hours ago

    Btw forgot to say, but nice to meet you too! Here are my stories that I send to my friend on February 17, 2025. You might be interested.

    Lost then Found

    I just edited some parts to clarify the locations.

    “On February 7 I lost my water tumbler, the last time I saw it was in an outdoor study shed in school. I reported it to Lost & Found and they made an announcement in the GC on February 8 with a sample picture of it, exact brand and model and everything. But on February 12, I was in that same place really early, and not a lot of people were there. I was on a table with my classmate, and their friend came over on another table. Then I noticed that they had a water tumbler that looked like mine right in front of them on the table. I asked my classmate if it was his friend’s, he sounded not sure so I asked his friend. He said that it wasn’t his, and I asked him if he brought it there or it was already there. He said he didn’t bring it, then he asked my classmate if that thing was already there before he got here. MY GUY YOU CAME AFTER US, AND IT WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.” ‍​​‌‎‎‎‎‌‎‎‎‎‎‌​​​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‌‍

    Unrecognizable Tomcat

    “There was a tomcat who my mom and neighbour is familiar with. Hell my neighbour knew him since his birth. One night he was extra cuddly so I invited him in my house to cuddle him, until my mom told me to put him outside for the night. The next day he was dead, on the side of our house. No injuries. What weirded me out is that my mother and neighbour couldn’t recognize him as the same cat they knew, even when I pointed it out, only saying he looked handsome and well-cared for. Only when he didn’t appear that night anymore did they realise it was him.”

    Painting Magician

    This one is a core memory of my childhood. Probably single digits age.

    “When I was a young kid, we had a painter over to paint our house a new color. A painter noticed I was playing with a ball, and offered to do some magic tricks, courtesy of duwendes. He was able to hide the ball so well I couldn’t find it anywhere, I looked at his back, even under the couch, up and below him. But just by bringing his hand forward he will show the ball again. Then again, he could just be a good magician.”