Hauntings

#29

The guesthouse’s chalets. Photo by the author.

One of the guests saw a man in a suit outside her chalet, hair slicked back. My 4-year-old nephew used to see a figure in the living room; he’d wave in the dark when my nephew wandered by. His mother told him there was nothing to be afraid of.  

"No mom, he's not nice. He's worse than a bicho papão." 

The chambermaid heard a baby cry in the laundry room and a male voice whisper calming words. Cutlery, cups and plates moved in my grandmother’s kitchen in the early hours; all doors were locked from the inside in the morning.