An Aswang Attacked Me
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Última publicación jue, dic 17, 2020
Aswang means Witch, although it had more deeper and frightening meaning to people in the Philippines. The Filipinos if not all, really believed in aswang, but it goes beyond black magics, crafts and flying with a broom. Aswang to Filipinos that believed in it was literally a powerful cannibal that will eat you raw especially your liver or heart. This story was about the experience of a girl that was attacked by an aswang that according to her had a long red tongue. Was she really attacked by an aswang?
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