The Manananggal’s Kiss
A Bloody Valentine for You
It is time for a bloody valentine in the form of a short story. Consider this story my official warning to all my beasties out there not to go to the bar on Valentine’s Day. I repeat, do not do it. It’s amateur night and people will get hurt. Stay in and read horror instead. If you must go to the bar, be sure to travel in packs.
This tidbit of fiction is inspired by last week’s monster, the Manananggal. I’m experimenting with a darker style in this story. This is probably just the beginning of a longer story but I am still undecided. The part of the Manananggal folklore that freaks me out the most is the part where a normal human can be transformed into a Mananangal by a mouth-to-mouth interaction between the human and the monster. This interaction involves a transfer of something natural, yet very unnatural. This is the part of the folklore that reminds me of a vampire, not the angsty, sexy kind, but the brutal and horrific kind who took everything from a mortal. For this story, the…