The Manananggal: A Tale of Terror The sun had set over the small village of San Juan. The streets were empty as most of the residents had already retired for the night. Only a few street lamps cast their dim glow on the darkened roads.
By Wandering Merchantabout a year ago in Horror
In the depths of our being, we have organs five, That work in harmony to help us thrive, They guide us through the world and all its wonders, In ways that we may not fully ponder.
By Wandering Merchantabout a year ago in Poets