The Tiktik's Terror

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TITLE: Balete [0:00 - 0:15] THE TERROR BEGINS (Sound Effect: Heavy rain pouring on a tin roof. Loud, rhythmic scratching on wood.) NARRATOR (V.O.) (Whispering, terrified) It was 1994 in Samar. The storm was howling, but the sound inside our walls was worse. A rhythmic, sickening scratching on the ceiling. My mother clutched my hand, her palms sweating. She knew what it was. A Tiktik—the winged, shape-shifting demon. It had smelled my mother’s unborn child. [0:15 - 0:35] THE ESCALATION (Sound Effect: A terrifying, unnatural screech, followed by the sound of wood splintering. Human desperate sobbing.) NARRATOR (V.O.) (Voice trembling) Suddenly, the bamboo roof ripped wide open. Two glowing red eyes stared down through the dark. I screamed as a long, needle-thin tongue uncoiled, darting straight toward my mother’s stomach. With a strength I didn't know she had, my mother threw herself over me and the baby. She stabbed the creature with a rusted silver blade, roaring in agony as its claws tore into her chest. [0:35 - 0:50] THE CLIMAX (Sound Effect: The creature screeches in pain and flies away into the thunder. The rain slows down. Weak breathing.) NARRATOR (V.O.) The beast shrieked and fled into the night, leaving a trail of black blood. But the damage was done. The room fell deathly silent, save for a sudden, sharp cry. [0:50 - 1:00] THE BITTERSWEET ENDING (Sound Effect: The soft, fragile cry of a newborn baby. Melancholic, soft guitar begins to play.) NARRATOR (V.O.) (Tears in their voice, comforting) My mother didn’t make it to morning. But as her hand went cold in mine, the room filled with the loudest sound in the world... my newborn sister, crying, breathing, and completely untouched. The monster took our mother, but she bought us our lives.