Legend and Story of the Philippine Tiyanak Child Vampire
Tiyanak child vampire of Philippine Legend
Another Philippine mythical creature is the Tiyanak or patianak (also known as "Impakto"). It is said to be the soul of a miscarried or aborted fetus. A baby who dies before receiving the baptismal sacrament of the church. It returns from the dead possessed by evil spirits, seeking retribution on the living, especially on it's mother and the abortionist.
The Tiyanak's ability to change it's form into what looks like a normal baby provides camouflage to attract victims.During the day a Tiyanak appears like an ordinary child but changes into it's real form at night. Transforming into a creature with sharp claws and fangs, it lures it's victim by imitating the cries of an infant. It then feeds on their blood and inner organs.
To defend against the Tiyanak and break free from the enchantment of it's baby cries, you are supposed to turn the clothes you are wearing inside out. This confuses the creature who find this action ludicrous and would then just leave the victim.
Listlessly, the curtain move....
The Child Vampire (short story)
" Dede*..dede..." The boy was sitting on the wooden floor and waving his empty bottle at the old couple. Now at age two he was a frisky child and a beehive of activity.
Zac was left in his grandparent's care when both his parents became OFW's (oversea Filipino worker) in the middle east. Two more among the millions in the Filipino diaspora, looking for jobs abroad because their own country could not provide them.
"I'm going to bed, don't forget his milk." His wife got up after the Tagalog movie featuring her favorite actress was over. She had no interest in the evening news."Nothing but politicians and bad news." she says. "Same thing." the man would riposte. He watch her take short unsteady steps as her overweight body waddle out of the living room. Since their children have grown up and left, life had settled into an unvarying daily routine.
His thoughts were interrupted by his grandson tugging on his fingers.
"Dede..dede", "wala na (no more) "
"Haven't you had your fill?" Breaking out a smile the man continued, " I think you should lay off the bottle."
Now that the couch was relieve of his wife's bulk, he was attempting to align himself ergonomically into a more comfortable position. Unfortunately the sofa had seen better days. Like them it too had lost it's springiness.
Zac pouted his lips and continued to tug. Reluctantly the man gave in.
"Okay kiddo, let's have our nightcap." They headed to the kitchen.
With a hop-skip of his stubby legs, Zac race back into the living room holding his bottle of milk in both hands. Chasing behind him was an old fool with a shot glass of whiskey precariously held between three fingers and trying not to spill any.The libation was more in aid of sleep rather than to get drunk.
"Zac, the remote?"
"Give..give,give lolo (grandpa)"
"Ou..ou.." sucking contently on his milk bottle, he gave up the remote.
A local news reporter was detailing the horrid story of yet another discovered batch of fetal matters. Footage showed the blurry image of a fully develop fetus pack inside a shoe box. The child was probably alive and took his final breath outside his mother's womb before dying.
It was dumped in a nearby river not far from their home. The stream was polluted by untreated industrial effluent and garbage from illegal shanties squatting around it's riverbank.The shoebox was found floating among the refuse.
The man glance at his grandson who was laying on the couch beside him. Zac was staring and pointing at the TV screen. "Bebe..bebe.."
"God damn abortionist." Anger at the suspected perpetrator swelled inside him.
Suspicion fell on a doctor who had a private clinic sedately tuck inside their suburban district. Public personalities seeking anonymity were it's main clientele. No arrest were made because money greased the palms of local law enforcers to look the other way.
"Wala na..." Zac's bottle was empty.
The child scampered into the fold of the old man's outstretch arms; laying his head gently on his grandfather's shoulder. " Hush little baby...hmm hmm hmm..." The TV sound faded further away into the background.
I must have doze off, he thought.
Rubbing his eyes with both hands, he let out a yawn. Confuse, the man wondered why the lights were switch off. It took a while to discern the things around him. He found himself alone, Zac no longer by his side.
However, the TV was still on. A woman newscaster was reporting about a shoebox whose contents suddenly went missing inside a funeral parlor. A film clip showed the morgue's inner sanctum. The room had a ghoulish incandescence and helter-skelter white covered corpses.
He heard laughter.
A child's, but not quite the innocent carefree sound a child would make. It was more deliberate.
It was coming from their bedroom....
Drawing closer the laughter took on the fiendish expression of a mocking Hyena. He hesitated outside the half open door. The bedside lamp revealed a surreal and irrational scene. Stunned, the old man's hand involuntarily push the door wide open.
Fear and shock was registered on his wife's face as the feeding frenzy continued on her lifeless body. The bed sheet had turn crimson. Her abdominal cavity lay expose and it's viscera spilled out. The tiyanak was rapaciously devouring pieces of her entrails.
The Devil's spawn turn around revealing it's facial features. A sickening feeling quickly replace disbelief as his mind began to unravel.
"Zac?" he called out feebly.
"Dede...dede...." Zac grin at him.
Swiftly the tiyanak made it's way across the blood soaked bed towards him.
It surprise him how quickly the creature close the gap between them. Leaping up on his chest, sharp claws clamped on both side of his neck. His mind screamed but no sound came out.
As it's blood covered tongue crawl across his face, bits of flesh and guts disgorge from the tiyanak's mouth.
"Zac" grin then bite off a chunk of his left cheek. In quick succession, it's canine teeth crunch into his eye socket trying to pry loose the eyeball.
The screams finally came as he stumbled backward.
Blood from his facial wound blurred his vision and the growing panic weaken his resolve. Still he tried vainly to free himself from the tenacious hold of the tiyanak. Feeling faint from blood loss he found himself sprawled outside the bedroom, overcome by the terror.
The creature's nostrils flared as it smelled out the fear. It's head tilted slightly backward before lunging again. Sharp incisors seize his jugular and ripped through it. A putrid smell expelled from the tiyanak's gaping mouth was the last thing the man was conscious of, his blood spurting from a mangled throat and seeping into the carpeted corridor.
The bright light pierce the abysmal blackness and brought him back to the surface of the living. Gasping for breath, he reach out and found himself in the living room. His heart pounding heavily beneath a nightshirt wet with perspiration.
He place a hand on his forehead where it took several hits from Zac's empty bottle. "OWww...Zac, that hurt!"
Zac was climbing all over him. Laughing and unaware that he had just awaken his grandfather in time, saving him from a bangungot's( sleep paralysis) death.
Still reeling from the nightmarish episode that left him feeling anxious, a sense of relief gradually displace it as his breathing return to normalcy.
"Let's go to bed, Zac."
He turn off the TV and headed upstairs carrying his grandson. Two small hands holding tightly onto his neck as they climb the stairs.
A draft from an open window entered the bedroom. Listlessly, the curtain move.
Earlier that night, an empty plastic bag that smelled of formaldehyde found it's way into the river. Perhaps, it's content was dislodge by the water current and now lay beneath the dark gloomy bottom.
Or did it?
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....These are the real horror stories.
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Ode to an abortionist
Once upon a moonless night
two garbage haulers name
Jack and Jill went up the hill
in response to a doctor's call
to fetch a pail of fetus
"Easy money" said Jack,
earnestly stoking the fire
"Now off you go, you beastly brats"
into Hell's burning furnace
Jill shovels the throw away babies
Doctor, doctor are you sick?
as you merrily, merrily stick and probe
pull and crush each piece of life
do you see an angel's face
or is it the Devil's spawn?
*Dede - baby speak for mother's breast or nursing bottle nipple
* Bangungot - Sleep paralysis or Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome (SUNDS).