Fate
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Fate
Hey… it’s me, Sinclair.
Today—19/04/2026—
my boss called me into his office.
The moment I walked in, I knew something was different. He didn’t even ask me to sit. He just looked at me… smiled… and said my video had gone viral. Not just viral exploded on the internet.
Everyone was watching it. Everyone was talking about it.
And then he said something that made my chest feel heavy
He wants me to go back. Back to that haunted, abandoned house. This time, not just a clip… but a full story. A complete documentary. And I won’t be alone. He assigned me a partner Xavier. He’s just 19. Joined my team two days ago. Young… but sharp. The kind of guy who notices things others don’t. A great cameraman. Still… I don’t know why, but something about this assignment doesn’t feel right. The house is in Brazil… the same country that gave the world legends like Neymar. Funny how a place known for passion and life can also hide something so dark. We had three days before leaving Paris. Everything was arranged visa, tickets, schedule. It all felt too fast… like I didn’t even get time to think.
Or maybe… I didn’t want to think.
Because there was something else.
Someone else.
Seraphina
My best friend.
The one person I never had the courage to be honest with.
I wanted to tell her everything… how I feel… how she’s not just a “friend” to me. But every time I tried, fear stopped me. The fear of losing her… losing what we already had.
So I stayed silent.
And then I left.
Maybe… that silence will stay with me forever.
On the airplane, I couldn’t relax. Something inside me felt… uneasy. Like this wasn’t just another project.
Like something was waiting.
I tried distracting myself, so I searched about the house. Bad idea. I found a Brazilian article. I translated it. And the more I read… the colder I felt. 30 families lived there. Thirty. And not a single one survived. No bodies found. No signs of struggle. Nothing. Just… gone. How does that even happen? People don’t just disappear. Not all at once. Not without a sound. My hands started shaking slightly as I kept scrolling. There were reports… strange ones. People hearing sounds at night. Lights flickering inside the house even though there’s no electricity. And then… the last line. There was an emergency call made from the house. But the recording was never released. Why?. What did they hear?. What was so bad… that they decided to hide it?
I looked outside the airplane window. Endless clouds. Silence. But inside me… There was a growing fear I couldn’t explain. And for the first time I wasn’t excited about a story. I was scared of it.
I discovered an article about the house. There was something written in Portuguese, “A casa dos mortos vivos.” I copied it and searched for it on the internet. It meant… “the house of the undead.” At first glance, I was confused. But slowly, fear began to creep in. What if it was true?
What if this was not just another story? A strange thought crossed my mind that I was going somewhere my fate was already written in blood. Before I could think any further, the captain’s voice echoed through the cabin. We are about to land at Brazil International Airport. I looked out of the window. My heart felt heavy. And even now, I still remember…I still remember that we were sitting in an Emirates airline plane. It landed normally, and we walked out through Terminal 3. The Brazil International Airport was in Guarulhos, São Paulo, around 25 km from downtown, where our hotel was located. I am a brave man, but I was worried about my partner my cameraman Xavier. He was young, and I felt responsible for him too. As we left the airport, a car was already waiting for us. The driver seemed kind and helpful at first, but then he demanded 2000 Brazilian Real as a tip.Two thousand. I could not believe it. If you convert it into euros, it is around 314 euros. For a moment, anger rushed through me. It felt like a scam. But I controlled myself. I am not in my country. I cannot afford trouble here. A strange thought crossed my mind that if I picked a fight, I might not even make it back. People disappear in places like this. So I stayed quiet. 314 euros felt like a small price to stay safe. As I sat in the car, I noticed something that made my stomach tighten. The driver had a gun. I hesitated, then asked, “Is that normal here?” He looked at me from the corner of his eye and said, “No sir… it is not normal. It is just for safety from molds”. “Molds?” I asked. He said nothing. Just silence. That silence said more than words ever could. At that moment, I understood one thing clearly. This project was not going to be easy. It might be the hardest one of my career. After a long 25 km drive, we finally reached our hotel. We got out of the car, tired and uneasy, and went to our rooms. 026 and 025 Our rooms were next to each other.
I was excited… but a little scared too.
This was not my first time in Brazil, but this time something felt different. I could not explain it, but deep inside, I had this feeling that something was wrong… like something bad was going to happen.
Before going to sleep, I made a checklist of the places we would visit the next day. That abandoned house was the last place on the list.
Me and my partner had a lot to do. From morning till evening, we planned to explore the city, and then at night… we would go to the house.
That thought alone made it hard to relax.
Still, I forced myself to sleep.
Next Day
23/04/2026, Thursday
Our first stop was Ibirapuera Park, a huge urban park in São Paulo filled with museums, gardens, and cultural spaces.
For a moment, everything felt normal.
Me and Dipesh had a great time. We ate ice cream, explored museums, clicked photos, and just enjoyed the day. He might be new, but he was sharp and confident with the camera.
Watching him work… I felt a little more at ease.
After that, we visited more places, including Avenida Paulista, the heart of the city.
It was full of life.
Crowds, music, lights, shops… everything felt vibrant.
So alive.
And maybe that is what made it worse.
Because somewhere in my mind, I knew
By night, we would leave all this behind…
And walk straight into something that was not alive at all.
Next Day
23/04/2026, Thursday
Our first stop was Ibirapuera Park, a huge urban park in São Paulo filled with museums, gardens, and cultural spaces.
For a moment, everything felt normal.
Me and Dipesh had a great time. We ate ice cream, explored museums, clicked photos, and just enjoyed the day. He might be new, but he was sharp and confident with the camera.
After that, we visited more places, including Avenida Paulista, the heart of the city.
It was full of life.
Crowds, music, lights, shops… everything felt vibrant.
So alive.
And maybe that is what made it worse.
Because somewhere in my mind, I knew
By night, we would leave all this behind…
And walk straight into something that was not alive at all.
By the end of the evening, we reached our last stop, Beco do Batman in the Vila Madalena neighborhood.
It was a narrow alley filled with colorful street art. Every wall told a story. Every painting felt alive, full of emotion. People expressed their feelings through art, and it showed.
In the evening, the place felt peaceful.
Almost too peaceful.
People were smiling, talking, laughing. Everyone seemed kind and welcoming. For a moment, I forgot everything… the house, the fear, the uneasiness inside me.
But then… something changed.
A few locals came up to me.
Their expressions were not the same anymore.
They told me something strange.
They advised me not to go outside after evening.
Not as a joke.
Not casually.
Seriously.
I asked them why.
They looked at each other… then back at me.
And just like the driver earlier
They said nothing.
Only silence.
And that silence… was starting to scare me more than words ever could.
After evening, around 8:15 to 8:30 at night, we packed our equipment and got ready to leave the hotel.
As we were walking out, a security guard tried to stop us.
He looked serious.
Almost worried.
But we ignored him.
My biggest mistake… maybe.
The house was in Lavinia, a small town near São Paulo. But the house itself was not in the town.
It was deep inside the jungle.
Almost 2 kilometers away from Lavinia.
Locals called that place something in Portuguese—
“Lugar onde ninguém vem, exceto os mortos.”
The place where no one comes… except the dead.
After driving for about 30 minutes, we finally reached the location.
The house stood there.
Broken.
Silent.
Abandoned.
Waiting.
I had seen it once before, about a year ago, but only from a distance. I never came this close.
This time was different.
This time, I could feel it.
A dark, heavy presence surrounded the place.
I hate to admit it… but the moment I saw it, I knew.
This was going to be one of the hardest reports of my life.
Yes, I know.
Going into an abandoned house at night sounds like something straight out of a horror movie.
And maybe it was a stupid decision.
But we had no choice.
During the day, the locals were stopping us again and again.
They did not want us anywhere near that place.
And my boss made it clear.
Come back with a story…
Or do not come back at all.
Not just me.
Even the new guy.
Xavier.
So yeah…
I chose the job.
Even if it meant walking straight into something I did not understand.
Even if it meant ignoring every warning.
Because sometimes…
Curiosity is stronger than fear.
And sometimes…
That is exactly what gets you killed.
I was not that scared. I had done many abandoned house reports before. But my cameraman was nervous. I gave him a short motivational talk, trying to calm him down. Soon, we were standing outside the house.
Xavier checked everything carefully. All the cameras were set in place outside. They were ready to capture every movement.
We looked at each other.
No words.
Just a silent understanding.
Then we started walking toward the main door.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
I pushed the door open.
It creaked slowly.
Inside… there was nothing.
Just darkness.
And another door.
Right in front of us.
Something about it felt wrong.
Still, I moved forward.
The second door was locked.
I reached out to touch it
And then
Something moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
I barely had time to react.
I turned toward Xavier
He was not standing anymore.
He was on the ground.
Still.
Not moving.
My heart stopped.
My mind refused to understand what I was seeing.
Before I could even process it
A force hit me hard.
Sharp pain shot through my jaw.
The world spun.
Everything blurred.
And then…
Darkness.
-Chopper
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Sob and Pain
