Horror Chronicles

Nightmare On The Street

One rainy night at Tarlac, I was working overtime at my part-time job, the side gig was good since I needed some money for my school supplies and to save up some money for my college tuition, my parents were far away in Negros to visit my Lola Nanet. I decided to go home, since it was getting dark and I needed to get some groceries on the way.

I spotted the nearby foods stalls and went ahead to buy the ingredients, “Hello, Auntie Mars!” I greeted the old lady, she was my mom's friend, she was my mom's old colleague in Highschool, she smiled, her smile reached her ears in joy to see me, “Oh! Axy! You're such a big girl now! You were only so little when I last saw you! But you're happy tone never changes!” She rejoiced, we made some small talk here and there, and honestly.. The talk was pretty boring. “Well, if you want some ingredients for Tinola, let me give you a discount! Tell you're mother she owes me one!” She teased me warmly, like a bondfire in a cold night. We exchanged goodbyes and parted ways in the stalls, I made my way to the terminal to see if there were any Jeepneys (A Old Fashioned War Vehicle Used For Transporting Supplies In WW2) in sight. Nothing.

“Why is there no Jeepneys in the Terminal?” I sighed, “Oh, well.. Let's wait it out.”, I walked around for abit, the air felt... Heavy.. Every step I took it felt like someone was watching me. I occasionally looked back just in case there was a creep wanting to molest me, the nearest Terminal here wasn't that far, maybe there would some Jeepneys there? I kept walking, each step echoing due to the quit night, I was surprised since cars would usually be zooming through at this time, but not tonight... Getting the creeps, I looked again and I saw it.... A tall, slim, bloodied figure was standing 10 meters away from me, it's fingers were crooked and missing, it's neck and waist had s***h marks on it, and the head was covered in a clothed bag, the thing was 6ft, bloodied, arms almost touching the floor, the nails infected and so were the s***h marks, the beast's screams so horrid like a deadman, and it came for me. “AÆHHHHHHH!!!” It bellowed aloud, cancelling my scream. I ran like there was no tomorrow, “RUN!!!!” I kept in mind, I looked back and it was keeping up, it's feet was not bending and the broken arteries and legs cracked.. It hands reaching out to grab me, “AAAAHHHHH!!!! GET AWAY!!!!!!” I cried for help, it limbs almost grabbing me, I threw away my purse and groceries, smacking it right in the monster's face. “AAAAAAÆÈHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” It let out while I kept running.

After a while, I looked at my surroundings. I was at the Terminal, I quickly ran over even though I was out of breath from the chase, “Zir... Zir... Anyonehere!?..” I exhaustedly called out, “Yes, Miss?” A man replied, the man looked to be 50, his coffee in hand and pandesal in the other, “Take me home at the ###### Hotel...” I regained my breath and quickly straightended my posture. “Oh, you're lucky, that's near where my nephew lives!” The Man surprised at the coincidence, “Yes, yes, yes.. Uhh.. Can you take me home quick?” I urged the Driver, promising to pay him extra to hurry up, “Miss.. If I may ask, why are you in a hurry?” , “Just hurry up!” I impatiently grabbed the Old Geezer to gesture to hurry up, “Alright, alright! Just gimme a sec.. Jeez...” The Old Man placed his coffee and pandesal bread (Pandesal Means “Salt Of Bread” But Over Time Pinoys Added Sugar To The Bread.) on the table and hopped onto the Jeepney..

The engine started and we were off, I looked around my surroundings to see if the beast was here, “Miss... I advise you to keep calm while riding.” The Old Man blankly said, “Sorry, just paranoid..” I apologized. We sat there in akward silence, “Uhh.. Say, have you ever heard of a beast roaming the streets?” I broke the silence. The man looked at me through the viewing mirror, “Describe..” He sounded intrigued, “Well, uhhh.. 6ft, b****y all over, arms almost touching the floor, and the head c-” , “-Overed with a clothed bag and the knees and feet don't bend when walking or running?” The Man accurately described the beast, “How-How did you-?”. I asked, confused and lost. “My colleague's also say the same thing, rumor's also being told that it's an evolved “Amalanhig”..” The Old Man sternly looked at the road ahead, wary and alert. “What's that?” I asked him, “Almost like Vampires, in old times the bastards would bury themselves in graves of our loved ones to rest, and once they get a sip of blood...” The Driver paused and looked at me, “They let loose and go on a rampage, you're home, you're family, everything. Ruined.” He said, his eyes serious, as he turned back to the wheel. “H-How can-can we s-s-stop them?” I weakly begged the Old Man for answers.. “I know a person who is knows these sorts of things.. Best if we seek advice from em', maybe we can kill the thing. Once and for all.” The Geezer hit the accelerator as the engine roared and zoomed through the city.