¿Frankenstein?
My uncle's mansion was always too big to sleep in peace. That night we were there with my parents, each lost in a different room, separated by long corridors and awkward silences. Luxury didn't help. It just made everything feel colder. I couldn't sleep. The house creaked, breathed, moved. I went downstairs with the excuse of looking for something to eat, trying to convince myself that insomnia was the only strange thing about the night. Then I heard the noise. It wasn't strong. It was not clear. It was a living, wrong sound coming from deep within the house. I hesitated. But I continued. Because sometimes, without knowing it, one goes down not because of hunger... but because there are truths that cannot be buried.
About ¿Frankenstein?
My uncle's mansion was always too big to sleep in peace. That night we were there with my parents, each lost in a different room, separated by long corridors and awkward silences. Luxury didn't help. It just made everything feel colder. I couldn't sleep. The house creaked, breathed, moved. I went downstairs with the excuse of looking for someth...Read more