When I was a child, my grandmother often told me scary stories about the Aswang and the Tikbalang. She said they live in dark mountains and forests. One night there was a big blood moon in the sky. The wind was blowing and the trees were moving slowly. I looked outside my window and got very scared. I imagined an Aswang flying in the sky and a tall Tikbalang walking in the forest. My heart was beating fast, but at the same time I started laughing because I knew it was only my imagination. In the morning I told my friends about my scary night. They laughed and said maybe the Aswang and Tikbalang only came to say hello under the red moon.