Seduced by a Kapre By Mister J
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A supernatural encounter a straight man will never forget.
On his way home one night, Julian encounters a Kapre—giant loin-cloth-wearing supernatural creatures of Philippine Folklore who likes playing with humans who get lost in the woods.
He did things to the Kapre a straight man shouldn't be doing. It's as if some unknown force is making him.
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- "I GOTTA go, man." I put my beer down on the table and stood up from the bench outside my buddy Oscar's small bamboo house.
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"Wait, what? Why?" Oscar asked.
"It's only 10 pm," Gil added.
"I need to go to town early tomorrow."
Gil pulled me back down. "Stay a little bit longer. We still have a lot of beer to finish."
"Are you kidding me? I'm sure you can both finish it all by yourselves."
"Just one more beer, man," Oscar opened another bottle and handed it to me.
"Okay. Just one more," I surrendered.
"Yeah," Gil laughed. "I knew you couldn't resist."
"By the way, be careful when you pass the balete tree on your walk home." Oscar took a swig of his beer.
I asked, "Which one, that giant tree 10 minutes from the main road?"
"Yeah, that one," He confirmed.
"That tree is creepy, man. With those hair-like things dangling from it," Gil shivered.
"They say it's more than a hundred years old," Oscar said.
"I passed it on the way here. Why?"
"There's a kapre living in that tree," Oscar revealed.
"Are you fuckin' serious?" Gil asked.
"I am."
"Look at you two, believing in things that don't exist," I chuckled.
"I'm not kidding, man." Oscar looked at me.
"Kapres are not real."
"Oh yes, they are," Gil countered.
"Aren't we too old to believe in mythical creatures?"
"Julian, they're real. I was pranked by one the other night on my way home." Oscar looked serious.
"Oh really now?"
"Ignore him. What did it do?" Gil asked.
"What makes you think it was a kapre? Did it come out of the tree with a name tag that says 'Hello! I'm a kapre.' on its chest?" I grinned.
"Very funny," Oscar said sarcastically. "I was on my way home the other night. Then, I realized I kept returning to the same balete tree."
"Like you were going around in circles?" Gil asked.
"Uh-huh. That's what people say a kapre does when it pranks you," Oscar answered.
"You're almost 50 years old, for God's sake. You still believe in that shit, man?"
"How can you explain my returning to the tree over and over?"
"Maybe you were too drunk and lost your way."
"I was not drunk," Oscar explained. "I came from that carpentry job your cousin got for me, remember?"
"Oh yeah. You already started?"
"That day," Oscar said.
"Maybe you just took a wrong turn somewhere. It's not like there are street signs. It's easy to get lost, especially at night."
"Why would I repeatedly make the wrong turn on the same path I have been taking for years? I'm not that stupid," Oscar argued.
"Gil would," I laughed.
Gil laughed and lightly punched my shoulder. "Fuck you, man!"
"But did you see the kapre? An actual giant creature you said that lives in that tree."
"Did you?" Gil asked.
"Because I need actual proof before you get me to believe it exists."
"I didn't see an actual kapre. But I did smell cigar smoke," Oscar said.
"People say kapres loved smoking cigars, Julian," Gil shared.
"I also heard a deep chuckle coming from the tree. Like it was amused seeing me keep returning to the tree."
"Smoke and chuckles don't prove anything. There can be other explanations for both."
"What could it be then?" Gil asked.
"With the smoke, maybe someone near the area was burning some dried leaves." I looked at him. "With the chuckle, maybe it came from someone with a microphone having a party. You know us Filipinos and karaoke. We don't care if the neighbors hear. We sing our lungs out, even if it's the middle of the night. "
"Alright, alright. I get it. You don't believe me," Oscar surrendered.
"I don't."
"But still, be careful when you pass that balete tree on your walk home."
"Yes, mom," I joked and took another gulp of my beer.
"How were you able to get home?" Gil asked.
"I followed what people said you should do when a kapre pranks you."
"You wore your shirt inside-out?"
"I did! I was surprised it worked."
"See, that there makes it ridiculous," I interrupted. "If a kapre uses its magic, powers, or whatever it's called, on you, how can simply turning your shirt inside-out break that magic? It's bullshit. That's what it is."
"How would I know? I didn't make the rules," Oscar shrugged. "The important thing is it worked, and I got home."
I finished my beer. "Whatever. Anyway, I got to go." I stood up and gave them bro hugs.
"Whether you believe me or not, it wouldn't hurt to be careful," Oscar reminded.
I HAVE been walking for a few minutes and am already a good distance away from Oscar's house. There were no other houses around but trees. Living in the mountains of the Philippines, usually the nearest neighbor is more than a few minutes away.
My phone beeped in my hand. I checked it and saw Gil's text.
"Keep an eye out, man," it read. "Those two are nuts, thinking kapres are real," I laughed to myself.
After walking a few more meters, I reached the balete tree Oscar was talking about earlier.
The tree was massive like a small building. The hanging things on its branches were so long it almost reached the ground. It looked like the hair of the ghost girl in the movie, 'The Ring', which added to the chilling feeling.
I may not believe in supernatural things, but the tree still gave me the creeps. So, I moved past it and kept walking.
A branch breaking nearby caught my attention. I was busy looking in the direction the noise came from and didn't see the ground was uneven.
I lost my balance and fell on my hands and knees. "Fuck!"
I picked myself up, brushed off the dirt on my knees and clapped away the ones on my palms. "Nice going, Julian. Why don't you drink some more?" I said to myself.
As I resumed my walk home, I noticed up ahead was the same balete tree I walked past a while ago. "What the hell?
Did I make a wrong turn somewhere? As far as I knew, I took the same path I always take coming from Oscar's.
I wanted to ask Oscar if there was another path I didn't know about. Maybe I accidentally stumbled upon it.
I stopped walking and brought out my phone from the pocket of my shorts to call him.
The call didn't connect.
I tried again. Still the same.
I checked the screen. There were no bars on the signal icon. I grunted in frustration.
I didn't want to believe something 'supernatural' is happening. "Come on, Julian. This is not happening because of a kapre or some other being. There's a perfectly good explanation why I circled back. I just don't know what it is."
I decided to take a long way around the tree. It could be the best route to get me home or it could be the dumbest thing that will get me lost.
After walking a few meters past some trees, I was happy I made the right decision. Then, I ended up on a dirt path.
It felt familiar so I followed it. But I soon realized the path is the same one leading to the balete tree. "Is this really fucking happening?"
I'm already tired of this. I went straight for the tree.
When I reached it, the smell of cigar smoke invaded my nose. That's when I began to accept the possibility of what Oscar told about the kapre was true.
Maybe I should talk to it. Ask it nicely to stop playing tricks on me.
I tried to look into the branches but can't see anything. So, I just talked, "Please, let me go home. I'm tired from the walking and my feet already hurt."
I listened for a response. Nothing. I waited longer and still got nothing.
I whispered, "Are you crazy, Julian? Talking to things that don't exist." I decided to move on. But same thing, I'm back to the tree again.
"Fuck!" I yelled. "Fuck this! Fuck you tree! And fuck you, whatever you are doing this to me!"
Right then, there was a deep chuckle somewhere in the tree.
"You think this is funny?!" Now, I'm not just irritated. I'm furious. "You getting your kicks out of playing tricks? Show yourself asshole! I'll kick your ass."
In all my 40 years, this was the first time I challenged a being with the power to make me go round in circles. It's a stupid move. But I already said it. No taking it back now.
I felt relieved when nothing showed up.
Then, I remembered what Oscar said about wearing your shirt inside-out can break the loop. I still think it's incredibly stupid, but I am desperate to get home.
I grabbed my t-shirt at the bottom and pulled it up. I shivered as the cold night air touched my muscular chest and abs.
I wanted to wear the inside-out shirt as quickly as possible. But I was not able to. Because right next to the tree, was a dark-skinned gigantic figure. Standing, facing me.
"Fuck me. That's a huge kapre." I started to back away but can't take my eyes off of it.
I strained my neck looking up at the 8-foot hairy creature, wearing only a loincloth barely covering its huge bulge. Long, thick black hair draped over its hulking chest. Every muscle swelled and covered by hair.
Tripping on a rock I fell butt-first on the ground. I put my hand out, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. Please don't hurt me."
It didn't say anything. Maybe it didn't understand me, but it just stood looking at me. The only movement I can see was its chest as it breathed.
Carefully, I got up without taking my eyes off the kapre. "Please, I just want to go home. I promise not to tell anyone about seeing you. But, please let me go home."
Still no answer. But it slowly walked towards me. Its heavy feet sinked into the earth it stepped on.
When it stopped in front of me, I was frozen in place. I hunched and closed my eyes. "Please don't hurt me."
With the kapre standing so close, I caught a whiff of the scent it gave off. It's not something I smelled before. Not good, but not bad either.
I suddenly began to feel a hunger I can't explain. Not for food, but for something else. I ignored it.
If it wanted to hurt me, it would have done it already. I looked up at the kapre. "What do you want from me?"
For the first time, it grunted.
I got another whiff of its scent. This time stronger.
The kapre made no other sound but its large hand reached out and lightly grazed my nipple.
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