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“I don’t kill people in large numbers like you did. People that never raised a hand at you,” I said, full of disgust. “You weren’t forced to kill. You loved to kill. Your sadism was contagious, like an infectious disease. It knows no bounds. You break people, you put them together broken, and they become your shadow long after you’re dead. Your wickedness infects one generation after another. You’re the true face of evil.” I stepped forward. He stepped back. His furry hooves clacked on the floor. He appeared uglier now that I could scan the whole of his body. Top half a soldier with the face blown off; the bottom half a goat. What a sight. This was his form in the afterlife.”

“They’re a real pain,” the Indonesian said, gesturing at the bodiless vampires as they flew away in fright. “Wayward women. They should have known it’s more trouble than it’s worth practising that witchcraft.” “Are they demons like you?” My father asked. The man was amused by my father’s question. “They’re not much different like you and I,” he said with a smile.”

“You see this?” Suryo held up a tiny, green plastic toy soldier about 4 cm in height. It was one of those common plastic freebies found in crisp packages. There was something odd, however, about the toy soldier. There was a dark, long nail that was bent around its crotch. “What does this mean?” My grandmother demanded. “A nail around the crotch? Is it a spell to break up our marriages?” Aunt Salma asked. “Not sure,” Suryo sighed. He looked at my grandfather. “It’s over now. We’ll get rid of this.” “Suryo, how long has it been in the pond?” My grandfather asked. “A long time.” “The toy soldier. Is that meant to be my father?” Adam asked. We stopped and stared at him. Suddenly I felt frightened. My father. The soldier. Was this spell also meant to bring harm to my father?”

“Sergeant Wright blinked back in disbelief. Rain drops began to fall, or so he thought. He wiped the wetness off his face, looked down to his hand and realised they weren’t raindrops. They were sprays of blood. “It took some time before Sergeant Wright could make out the glistening steels soaring and zigzagging in the air. His nose picked up the most disturbing scent, the smell of blood mingled with steel.”

“And then my father saw it. First the green eyes. Then the massive head, a white patch on the forehead, and white fur framing the face. Then he saw the teeth. Horrific, sharp teeth. Finally, he saw the monster in its entirety. The tiger. But instead of speeding towards them on all fours, it was sprinting on two legs like a human being.”

“It was around the time of the tiger rampage in June that he first heard of the beast. “Siluman harimau” according to the Javanese pupils. “Harimau jadian” to the Malay ones. They meant the same thing: were-tiger. He asked the pupils if it was a deity, Yamashiro being a believer of kami-sama after all. This wasn’t a deity, the pupils insisted. It was something unholy.”

“What do you think of Chin Peng?” Hagar asked him, pointing to the TV screen with the remote control. “Chin Peng? What about him?” “He wants to come home but he’s not allowed to.” “The war is over. We signed the Hat Yai Treaty.” “Does that mean he can come home?” “Why shouldn’t he? It’s been 27 years.” “Is that your opinion as a veteran? You were a soldier. You fought against the Communists.” Our father stopped to look at Hagar, his face serious. “The war is over,” he stressed. “We stood down.”