The Aswang's Call

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In a quiet barangay tucked deep within the forests of Visayas, people followed one rule after sunset: **never go out alone**. Lena had always thought it was just superstition. She had just moved from the city to live with her grandmother, Lola Sita, who insisted on locking every window before dusk. “May gumagala sa gabi,” her grandmother would whisper. *Something roams at night.* Lena didn’t believe it—until the strange sounds began. Every night at exactly midnight, she heard a faint **“tik… tik… tik…”** outside her window. It was soft, almost like dripping water. Sometimes it stopped. Sometimes it grew louder. When she asked Lola Sita, the old woman froze. “That means it’s far,” Lola said quietly. “If the sound stops… it’s already near.” Lena laughed it off. But the next night, the sound came again. **Tik… tik… tik…** Curious, Lena slowly opened her window and looked outside. The moonlight barely lit the trees. Everything was still. Then the sound stopped. Silence. Her heart began to pound. She turned around—and nearly screamed. On the ceiling, clinging like a spider, was a pale, thin creature with glowing eyes and a long tongue hanging down toward her. It smiled. Lena stumbled back, but before she could scream, Lola Sita burst into the room holding a bottle of oil and garlic. She splashed it toward the creature while chanting something Lena didn’t understand. The creature hissed, its body twisting unnaturally, then fled through the roof like smoke. Lena was shaking. “What… what was that?” she whispered. Lola Sita looked at her with tired eyes. “An aswang,” she said. “And now that it has seen you… it will come back.” That night, Lena learned the truth. The “tik-tik” sound wasn’t a warning of nearness—it was a trick. The farther the sound, the closer the aswang really was. It used the noise to confuse its victims. And worse… It had chosen her. As the nights passed, the sound returned—closer, louder, more frequent. The neighbors began whispering. Chickens were found drained of blood. A pregnant woman in the next house fell mysteriously ill. One night, Lena woke up unable to move. The room was cold. She heard breathing—right beside her. Then a voice, soft and hungry: “You opened the window…” The last thing she saw was that same pale face, smiling in the darkness. And outside, in the distance… **Tik… tik… tik…**