Viagem — Maldita

There were seven of us on board that night: the driver, a chain-smoking man named Zé; an elderly nun clutching a rosary; a traveling salesman who laughed too loud; a young couple in love; a silent child with eyes too old for his face; and me, a skeptic who stopped believing in cursed trips the moment I bought my ticket.

It's just beginning again.

We ran. All of us, into the fog. I don't know what happened to the others. When dawn came, I found myself on a highway, thumb out, clothes covered in red dust. A trucker picked me up. "Rough night?" he asked. viagem maldita

He nodded toward the back of his cab. "You're the sixth one this month." There were seven of us on board that