I saw Marila on top of a hut, brushing aside the nipa roofing wide enough for her to stick her mouth in.
“What is she doing?”
“Marila would extend her tongue until it stretched close to her target. It was enough to kill them and she got what she wanted. Sometimes, she victimized pregnant women, aiming for their unborn children.”
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, getting more scared of the monster I would have to face one day.
“She had her tongue cut out several times because of this, but still, it didn’t stop her from going back for more. The villagers created a patrol to protect their families, armed with primitive weapons, spears made from bamboos, knives, and bolos. Knowing she would be in danger in the nearby villages, Marila moved on to farther areas, risking the extra miles she had to f
