Presences

The days went by, and the energy in the house kept fluctuating. My godmother, who at the time helped us with the cleaning, claimed to feel the same things I did: doors and windows opening and closing for no apparent reason, objects falling, unexplained noises, and that constant unease, as if something were prowling through the rooms. I tried to ...

The Threshold

The night felt strangely heavy. A dense silence blanketed the house. My friend and I were sitting at the dining table, talking about the paranormal events that had taken place over the last few months. I had just started telling him about one of the former owners of the house—a man who, according to rumors, had taken ...

Temporary Lease

Since I was very young, I considered myself a skeptic. Maybe because of the way I was raised, or perhaps due to that need to verify and explain everything. Still, over the years, there were experiences that—sometimes unintentionally—pushed me to look beyond the obvious. No matter how rational you are, there are things ...

Mirrors & Portals

Mirrors were first conceived by humans over 6,000 years ago—from those polished obsidian stones our ancestors used to see themselves for the first time, to the modern glass mirrors we now find almost anywhere in the world. They've been used in everything from ancient rituals to deep psychological analysis ...

The ambush

Spring was just beginning. I was somewhere in the Argentine Patagonia, near the Andes. I had driven for hours along the forest-lined route. Uncertainty grew with each passing mile—I didn’t know where I was headed, but something, or someone, was waiting for me. Eventually, I reached the shore of a lake. ...

The masters

It was December 2018. That week, I had finished my final exam to earn my university degree, but something about my studies didn’t align with my nature, and I needed to change course, find a new destination. Deep inside, a hunch was pulsing: “Go far, far away and leave everything behind.” But I still needed a little push, ...

Five days in Siberia

PROLOGUE Walking through the cobblestone streets of Prague for the last time until who knows when, I stop to think about the blissful days of witnessing such beautiful architecture, when in a passageway I look to my right and see a modest chocolate shop. It was at that very moment that I was left with the best memory of having met this ...