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Toyol The Mischievous Baby Spirit

 Toyol The Mischievous Baby Spirit

The toyol's origins are grim, it is said that an aborted babies corpse is required to summon this spirit, whether the toyol is the spirit of the baby or the baby is a key ingredient in the summoning is unknown, what is known is that the toyol is generally a harmless, albeit mischievous spirit.

Toyol Controlled by a Master

When a toyol is controlled by a master it is usually commanded to commit petty crimes, pilfering jewels, small valuables, cash and annoying the masters victims by hiding things such as keys or documents. It is also commonly used as a spy, being told to lurk around its victim and then reporting everything the masters enemy, did and said.

When left to its own devices it lurks in peoples homes, plays with objects or toys that are laying around. It generally doesn't do any harm. Its appearance is that of a homunculus, it has a large head, a slightly greenish tinge to its skin and the body of an infant. It is amazingly fast and dextrous.

How a Toyol is Controlled

A toyol is controlled by housing it and feeding it. Housing a toyol means keeping the body of the aborted fetus preserved in a jar or bottle in the masters home.
Feeding it is a requires a few drops of the masters blood dripped into the jar every fortnight, sweets and milk everyday.

Tricking a Toyol

Toyols are not known for their intelligence, they are easily tricked, if one wants to trick or distract a toyol, all that is required is placing marbles into a jewelry box, or placing toys on the table, the toyol will end up playing with them instead of causing any mischief.

Protect Your Valuables Against a Toyol

Toyols fear their own reflection, placing your valuables in front of a mirror will prevent a toyol from stealing them, another way to protect valuables is to place a needle under the valuables, toyols are afraid of needles.

Toyols in Other Cultures

The Hokkien people call it Kwee Kia.

The Thai people call it the Koman-tong or Koman Lay.

The Filipino People call it the tiyanak.

The Cambodians call it the Cohen Kroh.

The South Koreans call it the Do Yeol.

While each countries Toyol differs slightly, they are so similar as to be cousins.

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