![]() ![]() To kill a manananggal (not the title of a third novel from Harper Lee), you had to find the monster’s trunk and sprinkle rock salt in it. She was said to be especially fond of fetuses, which she would slurp straight from their mothers’ wombs with her extremely long tongue. Then the upper half would fly around villages in search of fresh human viscera. At dusk, she would rub herself with magic oil that caused batwings to grow out of her back, talons to grow out of her fingers, and her upper body to detach from her trunk. ![]() In the daytime, the manananggal assumed the guise of a woman who lived alone in a hut in the woods. In the scary tales of our childhood, the manananggal was a bisected monster with an insatiable craving for human bopis and dinuguan. ![]()
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