15th of May, 2022.
It supposed to be a simple tourist attraction, so I get in. The entrance is through a rusty blue door, which looks more like the entrance to a mine or a factory. I am uncertain if I need to pay or not, so I am a bit scared. I enter.
It is dark inside. I keep walking and it turns out to be a huge, truly massive house. There are plenty of bedrooms, different living rooms, kitchens and open areas. It is like there are many houses altogether to make one.
All of sudden, I am talking with this young, blond man. I am sitting inside his car, doors open, and we are chatting. He seems normal and OK until his family arrives. He then introduce himself to me and we shake hands. But he gives me a kiss in the cheek. I don’t like that. He says it is traditional.
The family walks into the house and I follow them. There are so many kids all over the place. They don’t like me. I am walking around when I figure that I can actually fly. I am exited because I love flying and I think it is only me who can do that. But then I notice that the kids can also fly. Is it the house?
The family members are leaving Sonhos de Valsa and Ouro Branco everywhere in the house. To whom? I grab two Sonho de Valsa and hide in my clothes. I don’t have pockets. I am flying from hear to there, passing by the kids. They don’t like me.
I leave the house.
Outside is a pandemonium! There are loads of people everywhere.
I realize I left my backpack inside so I try to get back in to recover it.
It is a different entrance and some people are gathering here. One handsome blond guy try to stop me of going inside. He does not say anything but with his truly sad face expressions, he only shakes his head in a negative sign. At this moment, a solitary tear drop off his eye. We look up to a map hanging in the wall: it shows a mountain with a name about deep sadness. It means that this place makes you relive some of the saddest moments of your life, as they had just happened. It drives you crazy.
A girl is coming out of the door and her nose starts to bleed.
I decide to try the same door I entered before. This time I have a small group of friends with me. When we get at the door, one of them right down his number and name. I am preparing my small backpack and taking my camera out. I want to hold it in my hands, to take photographs, proof. He ask me to look at the paper and make sure I can read his name because the house can change it. It is a bunch of codes I see. He made up so only we could understand.
But another friend says there is no other way, they have to come with me, it is too dangerous. So we enter.
This time the house is completely full. There is music playing and the scenario is more psychedelic. There is a lot of young people. The house does not look like a house anymore but like a train and we are passing trough the compartments when I lose the guys. I want to call their names and run after them but I can’t.
Everything happens so fast and I don’t really know what is happening. When I come to my senses we are almost leaving. We are all sweating a lot. We leave the house.
When I am outside again I am happy to be alive but now I have nothing with me. My backpack and my camera are gone. I have to go back, I have to go back inside and get all my stuff. It is everything I have in the world. But then I wake up.
What this Casa dos Horrores means to you?