Kapre - Monster or Spirit?

Kapre - Monster or Spirit?

Dr Abe V Rotor

“Did you hear that?” I was startled by a mysterious moaning in the dark. I switched on the headlight.  

“What is it?” Cecille sleepily responded.  

“It’s a strange sound, like someone agonizing.” I said while straining my eyes on the sugarcane fields on both sides of the road.  

Balete has strangled its host tree on Mt Makiling, Laguna 

We had just parked along a newly opened road of the North Diversion somewhere in Tarlac that night. My wife and I were driving to Manila after a vacation in our hometown in Ilocos.  I was so tired driving, I pulled our Ford Escort to the grass lane for a brief rest, and switched off the engine.    

Then.  “Did you hear that?” Cecille shook me.  It was the same agonizing sound I heard earlier, and it was coming closer!

I switched on the headlight, and there stood at the opposite side of the road a tall figure the outline of the Colossus of Rhodes – black and hairy, so huge I could barely see his torso. 

  

Instinctively I started the engine and stepped on the gas.  Cecille moved close to me as the monster took another step toward us.  We escaped in the nick of time. 

Since then I became popular with children. “Tell us about the kapre!” And they would gather around clinging to one another. It reminded me of Lola Basiang, the story teller of folklores and legends.  

My story became known to my friends and officemates. It was the cause of a meeting suddenly losing its agenda to the kapre. Everyone had something to say about the mythical monster.  They talked about kapre living atop big old trees, along rivers and somewhere else. One related his experience while clearing the vines clinging around a large tree when suddenly he noticed blood dripping from above. He looked up.  Kapre!

Old folks say there are different kinds of kapre. There is even one taking over abandoned houses and empty buildings. There is kapre in empty playgrounds, farms and pastures. Kapre in gambling places, like the cockpit, kapre appearing suddenly in a group picture.

Since then we didn’t have to stay in office late. We had to finish our work early so we would not be taking the stairway that is seldom used, or hear typewriters clicking when everyone had already left.  We won’t be passing dark alleys on our way home. 

Children who heard the story of the kapre would stop playing at dusk.  The farmer looks at the leaves of acacia, and when they start drooping, starts walking for home. Everyone in the family must be home for supper.  

Because of the kapre, trees are spared of the ruthless chain saw.  People passing through thickets politely whisper, “tabi tabi, po.”  Fishermen catch just enough fish for their family’s need. Harvest festivals are observed even if harvest is not good.               

Indeed there are different kinds of kapre. And they abound everywhere.  

When I was buying a new battery for my car and told the salesman how I encountered a kapre one dark night, he handed me a new brand of battery.  “Sir, nakakasigurado kayo dito.”  (Sir, you are very safe with this battery.)~