I don’t know why she keeps doing that, it’s not like it won’t happen again.
The life of an albularyo is never glamorous, but when you are called, there is little choice.
I always regretted asking him why.
“Can you check under my bed?”
No amount of tears could stop what was set in motion.
I was beautiful once.
Again, she is late and again, her husband sighs.
You need to be a tough guy if you’re going to take on the undead.
The old woman hears the sound from her bedroom and her heart drops.
There would always be the whispers.