C. Cuevas

¿Es más punzante el sonido que el silencio? En estas páginas, Uriel Reyes ha vertido relatos escalofriantes en los que la noche se presenta afilada y solitaria. Esa noche cae como un pesado cuchillo sobre la realidad que abre una grieta hacia lo paranormal. El rechinar de una puerta, un cristal roto, una voz distorsionada… con la puesta del sol, estas cosas sufren una metamorfosis literal y metafórica que nos empujan hacia un miedo sofocante. Estos son sucesos que uno quisiera contar a susurros, como para no invocar algo terrible.

Though I was born with the ability to see the dead, I struggled with it until my brother was killed and his ghost was left behind. Now, I’m determined to figure out who is responsible for his death…the problem is that Detective Maddox Booker, the one working the case, is a grumpy and stubborn man who wants nothing to do with me and definitely doesn’t believe in ghosts. It doesn’t help that I keep finding myself looking ridiculous in front of the detective, thanks to interfering ghosts who enjoy laughing at my expense.