“Pasok na!!! Mahamog na!!!”
This was what my eldest brother and I heard after a long day of playing outside on our yard.  My mother would be yelling on the top her lungs to let us know that dinner is ready and we better come inside or else sisipunin kami (or else we’ll get a cold).  If that threat didn’t work, she’d tell us that the kapre would get us.  Then I start thinking of the manananggal.. But that’s a different story.
These thoughts were in my head the other night because my husband and I were sharing …