Reader Submission: The Male Penanggalan

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“Following up on your krasue story, my father encountered a male krasue once in my grandmother’s house.

Grandma’s Black Magick
My grandmother practiced extremely black magick and had all manner of evil spirits near her, some of them physically manifesting and audibly calling out my mother and uncle’s names in the middle of the night. She practiced a dark version of an African Diapora religion. I don’t know what she practiced exactly, but she opened gateways to all sorts of spirits most African practitioners have never heard of.

In Cuba, sometimes the malevolent entities at her house would appear as great spheres of light. I later found out that in Ireland, and even as far as Europe and Mexico, evil spirits take on the form of white orbs. Good spirits do too. In Ireland, they’re called will-o’-the-wisps. In Mexico, demon witches like vampire witches often take on the form of fiery balls of light, and villagers keep their kids indoors so that they stay away. Many witches love to feed on children’s blood.

The Premonition
Well, the magick runs in my family. My mother was a Seer and saw in dreams how one man would die in a plane accident. She told my grandmother, but that same man was also stalking her and spreading false rumors about her because she wouldn’t sleep with him. So she didn’t want to speak to him, but my grandmother told her to do it anyway or she would always have it on her conscience. He didn’t listen, and he died exactly the way my mother said he would.

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Guantanamo Bay Ghost

Guantanamo Bay Naval Base Marine Observation PostThis story comes from my younger brother who was stationed at Guantanamo Bay a few years ago.

“Guantanamo Bay Naval Base, or GTMO, is full of ghost stories. There are stories of refugees losing their lives crossing the mine fields and stories of soldiers who never left their posts. I didn’t think much of the tales until I experienced something strange one night.

I was in a Marine Observation Post, or MOP as we called them. It was MOP #13 (pictured right). Anyway, in this post you had to climb up a long stretch of stairs and enter through a hatch in the floor. This was a popular post because it was impossible for senior Marines to sneak up on you and catch you doing something stupid. This post was really remote and near the mine fields. It was always very dark and required night vision goggles to see anything beyond five feet.

One night, around nine p.m. or so, I was in MOP #13 looking into the darkness when I heard footsteps coming up the metal stairs. I remember thinking how weird it was because I didn’t hear or see my staff sergeant’s vehicle pull up. I just figured he was trying to be sneaky and catch me sleeping. Anyway, I clearly heard the foot steps and a knock on the hatch signaling me to open the door. However, when I opened the hatch nobody was there. Needless to say, I was freaked out. I guess it could have been a dream, but I’m not sure. If it was, it was the most vivid dream I’ve ever had.”