Every culture has its share of urban legends. It is often passed around from generation to generation, and each version changes too, depending on how drunk the storyteller is.
By black, I didn't mean race — a tall "man" that wore all black, who didn't have a face.
I used to be highly active in the paranormal field. I belonged to a group of paranormal investigators before. No, we were not like Ghostbusters or those ridiculous made for TV ghost shows.
Except for my body, most parts of me are thin or sparse — my hair, my brows, my patience, and my lashes.
Dumaguete is not known as the City of Gentle People for nothing.
I could lick the fire and dance in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. Normal people wince, I would be smiling.