Everyday Routine
And as I went out, there was nothing but mist covering every inch of the road leading to my destination. It was a Monday morning and I had hoped that even at 4 AM, a tricycle would pass by saving me the task of walking alone in a pitch black morning clouded with thick fog. But none came. So with thoughts of Lestat, Whitechapel and Jack the Ripper, Mr. Hyde, and Dracula in mind, I started pacing the long stretch of sand and gravel, praying that none of the characters in my mind at the time would materialize. A few weeks ago, there had been news of "Manananggal" sightings within the vicinity. But manananggals were the least of my concerns at that moment since I've been told that they normally come out from the months of May to August, months without the letter "R" in their spellings. What I feared was meeting a knife-wielding psycho, standing amidst the mist waiting for a victim. Cloaked in black clothing, long curly hair covering his ...