Hey, it's me again. I have another story to share, though some of you may find it quite impossible, but it's true. It wasn't just me who witnessed it. Almost all my family saw it. Also, this is quite a long read so please bear with me.
Here in the Philippines, we have these creatures known as "aswang" or "wakwak". They look like normal people during the day, but during night, they transform into anything: dogs, cats, birds, and in this story, a pig.
We went to a vacation in Bohol, an island in Visayas (I live in Mindanao) since it was almost the town fiesta of that place. It has become a Filipino tradition to visit loved ones living afar and celebrating the festivities with them. Some sort of family reunion. Anyways, we got there, exchanged greetings and pleasantries with our relatives, and exchanged stories and laughter from hours on end.
Now, there was one particular aunt I was really excited to meet, my tita Mitch. She was so sweet, kind, funny, and 9 months pregnant. She was due on May 19 (two years ago), 3 days since our arrival.
I pointed out that there are no nearby hospitals anywhere, and the nearest hospital was a 3-hour drive away. My uncle assured me that he already contacted a midwife who was a family friend. Finally, her water broke on the second night (it was almost 7pm). Everyone was so excited. My uncle hurriedly went and fetched the midwife while we were preparing stuff that would help with ther labor.
No more than 5 minutes later, my uncle came back with the midwife. Everything was set, until the midwife stepped inside the house. Upon setting foot inside the house, she quickly pulled my uncle and my dad and told them that there's a black bird hiding in the kitchen and they should get rid of it. They quickly obliged and searched the kitchen and they found it: a black raven, bigger than a normal raven, with glowing red eyes. My dad pulled a knife nearby and tried to stab the raven but it quickly flew away.
Following this event, the midwife told us to go to her place and take one sharpened bamboo for each of us (there were nine of us there) and return to the house. We obliged and when we got back, my uncle started placing us in strategic positions around the house, as if there is someone or something coming. My cousins were lucky. Two was placed on the east side of the house facing the street fifty meters away, two on the west facing the nearby neighbors, two on the front of the house and, maybe luck wasn't on my side that day, the remaining three of us were placed behind the house, facing the woods.
Now, we sat there in the darkness, bracing ourselves for what was to come. We heard it before we saw it. A loud, sharp, deep squeal echoing through the woods. We bolted up, tightening our grips on our bamboo poles. The others that were placed on the other sides of the house quickly ran and we were just standing there, waiting.
Then it showed itself, emerging from the woods, the biggest pig we've ever seen, and I mean BIG. I'm 5 feet 8 inches tall, and the tallest in our group was probably 5 feet 9, but the pig is still taller. Eyes glowing red and foaming in the mouth, it crept nearer to us. None of us can even point our bamboos at it anymore. We were so scared.
Just as I figured we were all dead meat, a loud boom echoed through the forest. The pig quickly ran into the woods, followed by my uncle and a group of his friends. They were all carrying hunting rifles. We didn't see what happened next since we just stayed where we stood. All we heard are screams and lots of gunshots. When they finally emerged from the woods about an hour later, my uncle told us what happened. They were chasing the pig, all the while shooting at it with no luck. When one of his friends finally got a clean shot, it hit the side of the pig. The pig stopped and squealed, all the while transforming back into an old man. Sounds impossible, right? It gets crazier.
The next morning, we were having coffee on our veranda when a young man in his early twenties passed by our house and glared at us. We brushed it off, until an old man passed by. He had no shirt on, and a big bandage on his side, glared at us like we killed his dog or something. So yeah, that's my story. Sounds impossible, right? Well, it is true. Thanks for reading!