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Popobawa
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popobawa
Popobawa, also Popo Bawa, is the name of an evil spirit which is believed by residents to have first appeared on the Tanzanian island of Pemba. In 1995 it was the focus of a major outbreak of collective hysteria or panic which spread from Pemba to Unguja, the main island of the Zanzibar archipelago, and across to Dar es Salaam and other urban centres on the East African coast.
Popobawa is variously described as either a ghost or ogre with gigantic bat wings and a giant penis. At times he is simply known as "Imran". He is sometimes thought to be a shapeshifter who looks like an ordinary human during the day. His presence is usually announced by the sound of scraping claws on their roof and a sharp, pungent smell. Different from other incubus legends, Popobawa primarily attacks men and only in their own beds, resulting in many men sleeping outside in streets or on porches after recent reported attacks. He attacks men as they sleep, overpowering them, holding their face to the floor and sodomizing them for up to an hour. The victims are threatened with repeated, and longer, sodomizations if they do not let their friends and neighbors know of their experience.
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If you don't believe that I'm real, that's on you.
As you can read in the above Wikipedia entry, I am, indeed, a shapeshifter. That means I can take any form, at any time. It's doubtlessly a sweet talent to possess. Still, when I'm "working the overnight shift," I find myself most comfortable as a petite, one-eyed man-bat who smells like rotting meat and sewage. If I'm hard at work at 4:00am convincing some dude in his pajamas that I'm a flesh-and-blood entity, and he looks over his shoulder and sees my leathery face and batwings, the look on his face is unforgettably singular and priceless.
I believe that the absolute BEST use I've found for my shapeshifting skill would have to be the appearance of a certain appendage on my body, which could also be described as "bat-like," if you catch my drift.
