Author: JOSÉ GASPAR

After being locked in his neighbor Heitor’s house, who had vanished with his wife Melinda without a trace, Durval had tried to exit through the back without success, as his attention was diverted by the enigmatic and hypnotic skull with horns in the library. Then someone began to ring the doorbell insistently, as if the…

Durval had been trapped inside his neighbor Heitor’s house, who had disappeared along with his wife. As he tried to exit through the back door, he was distracted by the horned skull in the library. Then someone was ringing the bell incessantly. Whoever it was, they were determined. As Durval hurried back down the hallway…

Durval was trapped inside his neighbor Heitor’s house. He had spent the entire day at the home of the former army captain who years ago had infiltrated a military laboratory where Botelho, a longtime friend of Durval, was experimenting on a man with horns. According to Heitor, these beings actually existed. They were described in…

Durval had been trapped inside his neighbor Heitor’s house, who had disappeared along with his wife Melinda. The front door of the house was locked. Durval looked out the window. Outside, perched on the railing of the porch, the cockatoo was slyly watching him. Every now and then it let out a sharp scream and…

— Hey guys? Is anyone there? Durval took a quick look inside Heitor and Melinda’s kitchen. It was empty. He walked slowly down the hallway, limping and leaning on his cane due to his casted leg. It was quite strange. He had just heard the two of them looking for Heitor’s cigar box a little…

Durval looked stealthily out the window. The cockatoo was outside, walking back and forth on the porch floor and occasionally letting out a shrill scream. It climbed onto the wicker chair and jumped to the wall with its wings spread. Then it stared at Durval in silence, fixing its gaze with its head tilted, using…

Melinda’s dark face was just a few inches from Durval, a strong face with a prominent chin and large green eyes. Heitor’s wife was absolutely beautiful, she must have been at most 25 years old, and her long black hair fell to the middle of her back. She wore a very short floral dress that…

Durval was sitting on the sofa in Heitor’s living room next to the cockatoo. Both he and the bird were motionless like two spectators of a suspense movie, with the air held in their lungs, just waiting for the next scene’s outcome to breathe a sigh of relief or perhaps explode in a scream. This…

Heitor was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the cigar he held between his fingers had gone out. The man seemed to be reliving the moments when he had faced the horned man, the beast that Botelho kept captive in the Army’s laboratory. It seemed that recalling those moments was confusing and…