Pounding The Keyboard

      Looking for good, terrifying reads this coming Halloween? Something that will give you the inability to sleep at night alone and with the lights turned off? Try these two Tagalog horror books from Precious Pages Corporation (yup, this is the company that publishes those awesome Filipino romance novels) namely, MGA KUWENTO SA DILIM and LIBRONG ITIM. These two books contain Tagalog short horror stories that are guaranteed to scare the living daylights out of you.  My advice: read them in the morning and with a companion to lessen the goosebumps you will get. Mga Kuwento Sa Dilim features horror stories that really happened.       You can buy these books from Precious Pages Bookstores (they have branches at SM Malls). Or you can check their online store HERE.       Please click HERE for the Facebook Page of Librong Itim .

      I was inside my room, laboring in front of my computer when I was startled by my niece’s screams. I went out and saw that a flying cockroach was terrorizing her. She went inside my room and locked it while I picked up a slipper (as I am wont to do whenever a cockroach decides that he’d be a soaring butterfly for a few seconds inside our house.) I aimed to hit the cockroach while it was flying. But the thing is, it’s so hard to hit a roach in mid-air as they fly like a supersonic jet and they almost always fly high and near the ceiling and they have very unpredictable flight patterns.   I tell you,   it’s easier to return a Pete Sampras serve than to hit a flying cockroach. But it is very satisfying to hit one in mid-air, it’s like hitting a buzzer-beating three pointer on a championship game.       Finally, the cockroach landed on   a wall, it flexed its wings, ready to fly again, but unfortunately for it—I had been trained in killing roaches—and I hit it before it c

      I had a strange dream last night…       In my dream, I was inside a train,    and then a woman  asked me if I knew this certain building. I said, “Yeah, I know that,” and accompanied her to the building.   There’s a canteen at the ground floor of the building and she invited me to have lunch with   her.   Strangely, “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer,” a Beatles song, was playing inside the canteen while we ate, and she commented, “Such a nice, happy song.”       “Not really,” I countered.       “Why?”       I told her that the song was about a student , Maxwell Edison, a serial killer who used a silver hammer to murder people.”       “Oh,” she said, aghast,” that’s bad. It’s not nice to kill.”       “Of course,” I agreed, "except..." my dream switched before I could finish and I found myself sitting in front of a big-screen TV, listening to the ramblings of an obviously psychopathic president from I-don’t-know-what–godforsaken-country who evidently reveled a

      Few weeks ago, I saw a viral Facebook post of a Filipino woman (in her early twenties) showing   her tattoo on her genitalia. It was a tattoo of a skull which covered her private parts and which size was just a bit smaller than a regular skull, with her vulva as its mouth. (I never thought I'd be writing a sentence like the previous one.)   She   seemed proud (her reaction is one you see on someone who   just learned that she will be her school’s summa cum laude ) and was smiling as she sat with her legs wide open on a chair, sitting in front of her was the equally proud tattoo artist (who was taking the very unusual selfie). The tattoo artist’s reaction is similar to a professor of a student who is going to be her school’s   s umma cum laude .       To each his own, yeah. Maybe, she wants to  surprise her future husband on their first night.       Wife: Honey, look, I’ve got a surprise for you!       Husband: Oh, I love surprises! (looks down) (then, a