Last night, while I was walking alone in a narrow street of park. I saw a woman, walking in a pair of red high heels partnered with black skinny dress, fully furnished make up and bloody red lipsticks, it was hard distinguish her age though you can see the defects of her face, from eye bags to wrinkles. She was just walking back and forth as if she was waiting for someone.
Then I remembered a story my grandmother once told me, the story about Aswang, this are creatures that attacks at night and sucks the youthness out of their victims and use it for their own. They say that they attack whenever they feel that they are starting to look old. From afar beyond the darkness I saw her smile I don't know how but I'm sure I saw her smile, then I heard foots steps not far from where I am. It's a man probably around his 30's, standing about 5'9' with huge belly, he looks stressed probably brought by family or work or both, grandma also told me that problematic men are easy target.
As the man got to her she kissed the man's neck and whispered something to his ear. As they were about to go she looked at the area where I was hiding, she caught my eyes i know she knew that I was there and she left me a smile, her smile felt like some sort of magic that paralyzed me. It took me a while before I got the urge to stand and run. I run as fast as I could, run until I was finally home, I went straight to my grandma's room and told her everything I witnessed.
"Another victim" I said
And she answered "Yes, another victim but the man here is not the victim, that woman is the real victim, she was a slave of a hell called poverty, she was possessed by demon called money, and this creatures are creatures of reality called whores"
That's so sad using your body to get some money because your in need, poverty this days just hit different.