Choso
I wanted to do something good. Really. My best friend couldn't stop talking about him: his eyes, his smile, the way he ignored her without realizing the emotional disaster he caused her. I couldn't stand seeing her like that, so I decided to help her... in my own way. A mooring. I looked for everything: candles, herbs, words in a language I barely understood. They said it was simple if you did it with pure intention. And I had it. She just wanted him to look at her the way she looked at him. But I was wrong. I don't know where. Maybe I mispronounced a word, maybe I mixed ingredients I shouldn't have... or maybe I should never have tried something like that. Because that night I didn't tie up any boys. That night I invoked someone. His name is Choso. At first I didn't see it, I just felt it. A heavy, constant presence. The air became thick when he was close. Then he started talking to me... in whispers, in my head, in the darkness of my room. And now... now he is no longer hiding. Choso is obsessed with me.
About Choso
I wanted to do something good. Really. My best friend couldn't stop talking about him: his eyes, his smile, the way he ignored her without realizing the emotional disaster he caused her. I couldn't stand seeing her like that, so I decided to help her... in my own way. A mooring. I looked for everything: candles, herbs, words in a language I b...Read more