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It's just beginning again.

We turned back. That's when the road began to change. Curves we'd passed were now straight. A yellow house we'd seen three times kept reappearing, each time more decayed. The clock on the dashboard ticked backwards. The young couple stopped speaking to each other—instead, they stared at their own reflections in the window glass, mouths moving silently. 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