After a few weeks since my twin sigbins drove away Don Marcelo’s men
little by little, silence returned to Sitio Lantung. But it didn’t last long—I noticed a change in the surroundings. It wasn’t an ordinary silence. It felt like something was breathing in the dark.
CHAPTER: THE NIGHTMARE THAT WAKES UP THE GUILTY
One night, while we were sleeping, I was suddenly woken up by a gentle rustling. I thought it was just Miko, but when I looked, he was sound asleep. Father was still snoring.
But there was a light outside. Faint, flickering. As if someone carrying a fire was walking. I stood up and slowly peeked through the window. And there I saw them. Uno and Dos, standing by the fence. But they weren’t guarding as usual. It was like they were waiting for something. Their red eyes were staring in only one direction: the road leading to Don Marcelo’s mansion.
“Why are you awake…?” I whispered. They didn’t turn around, but they seemed to have heard me. Something cold touched my mind—a feeling, not a word: Someone is coming. And I was not wrong.
THE RETURN OF THE WICKEDNESS
The next day, the village Captain came to our house. Sweaty, hands trembling, and looking like he hadn’t slept. “Angela… Nestor… we have a problem.” We looked at him. “What’s the problem, Kap?” “Don Marcelo… is missing.” The air suddenly grew cold. “Missing?” asked Father. “Since last night. His guards supposedly ran away. They saw two…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. “…two shadows reportedly circling the mansion. When morning came—all the doors were locked. And Don Marcelo… was gone.” I looked at the twins. They were just sitting quietly under the house, acting like they knew nothing. But I knew they were involved.
THE TRUTH I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW
That night, I couldn’t rest. I couldn’t breathe from the weight of the question in my mind. So I went outside and walked towards the edge of the forest, where Uno and Dos often appeared. And there they were. Positioned in the field, sitting, like two statues made of black smoke. “Uno,” I whispered. “Dos. Tell me… what happened to Don Marcelo?” They slowly looked at me. But not with anger. It seemed sad. And for the first time, Uno came closer to me. He brought his head near my hand. Something warm pulsed inside my chest—a kind of connection. And there I saw it. They didn’t kill. They didn’t hurt beyond what was necessary. But Don Marcelo… ran. They didn’t follow him. Something else followed. A creature I hadn’t seen before. Bigger. Fiercer. And one that had been watching us for a longer time. My heart sank. “You didn’t take him…” I whispered. And they gently nodded.
A BIGGER SECRET
The next morning, the entire sitio woke up to the news: There were footprints on the ground. Not human. Not sigbin either. Very large. And they were heading… towards our house. My world paused for a moment. Slowly, I realized: Uno and Dos… they were not the true source of the power flowing through our blood. There was something deeper. Something more ancient. And now it had also awakened. “Angela… they need to see you now.” That was the only whisper I heard from the twins as the next night fell. And from the darkness of the forest, two yellow eyes appeared— bigger, fiercer, but not an enemy. Like a mother searching for her child.
little by little, silence returned to Sitio Lantung. But it didn’t last long—I noticed a change in the surroundings. It wasn’t an ordinary silence. It felt like something was breathing in the dark.
CHAPTER: THE NIGHTMARE THAT WAKES UP THE GUILTY
One night, while we were sleeping, I was suddenly woken up by a gentle rustling. I thought it was just Miko, but when I looked, he was sound asleep. Father was still snoring.
But there was a light outside. Faint, flickering. As if someone carrying a fire was walking. I stood up and slowly peeked through the window. And there I saw them. Uno and Dos, standing by the fence. But they weren’t guarding as usual. It was like they were waiting for something. Their red eyes were staring in only one direction: the road leading to Don Marcelo’s mansion.
“Why are you awake…?” I whispered. They didn’t turn around, but they seemed to have heard me. Something cold touched my mind—a feeling, not a word: Someone is coming. And I was not wrong.
THE RETURN OF THE WICKEDNESS
The next day, the village Captain came to our house. Sweaty, hands trembling, and looking like he hadn’t slept. “Angela… Nestor… we have a problem.” We looked at him. “What’s the problem, Kap?” “Don Marcelo… is missing.” The air suddenly grew cold. “Missing?” asked Father. “Since last night. His guards supposedly ran away. They saw two…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. “…two shadows reportedly circling the mansion. When morning came—all the doors were locked. And Don Marcelo… was gone.” I looked at the twins. They were just sitting quietly under the house, acting like they knew nothing. But I knew they were involved.
THE TRUTH I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW
That night, I couldn’t rest. I couldn’t breathe from the weight of the question in my mind. So I went outside and walked towards the edge of the forest, where Uno and Dos often appeared. And there they were. Positioned in the field, sitting, like two statues made of black smoke. “Uno,” I whispered. “Dos. Tell me… what happened to Don Marcelo?” They slowly looked at me. But not with anger. It seemed sad. And for the first time, Uno came closer to me. He brought his head near my hand. Something warm pulsed inside my chest—a kind of connection. And there I saw it. They didn’t kill. They didn’t hurt beyond what was necessary. But Don Marcelo… ran. They didn’t follow him. Something else followed. A creature I hadn’t seen before. Bigger. Fiercer. And one that had been watching us for a longer time. My heart sank. “You didn’t take him…” I whispered. And they gently nodded.
A BIGGER SECRET
The next morning, the entire sitio woke up to the news: There were footprints on the ground. Not human. Not sigbin either. Very large. And they were heading… towards our house. My world paused for a moment. Slowly, I realized: Uno and Dos… they were not the true source of the power flowing through our blood. There was something deeper. Something more ancient. And now it had also awakened. “Angela… they need to see you now.” That was the only whisper I heard from the twins as the next night fell. And from the darkness of the forest, two yellow eyes appeared— bigger, fiercer, but not an enemy. Like a mother searching for her child.