Paulo Seabra

He followed her through the narrow corridors, glancing at the rooms, and as he went he could see what she had meant before. The house really was empty, and the echoes of each step were the only permissible sounds. Apart from that it was hushed, like in an old temple. She led him to the end of the hallway, stood on the staircase to the upper floor, and pointed him to the stairs leading down into the dark basement. – Over there... I will be upstairs. Take what you need, detective. I no longer have any use for it. Just know that whatever you leave behind will likely soon be destroyed. I shall not stay here any longer than I have to. – Thank you. Philip turned the door handle. He wanted to do it softly so as to not disturb her anymore but the hinges were stuck, much like Michael's desk, weirdly oily and slimy, so he had to force it open. As he descended the air became colder. The stairs were dark at first but becoming increasingly lit. When he was down there he saw the gray light comin...

I don't watch many movies nowadays. Long gone are those lazy college days when I'd watch five or six movies in a row, and would easily reach a hundred or more over a summer. Now I'll just watch whatever comes up and catches my eye. A fairly recent example of that was Speak No Evil, a movie so gripping and methodical that it gradually changed me from a decided skeptic watching it just because it looked alright, all the way to an instant fan, apologist and preacher. It starts slow and it moves slow, which is something quite daring for a modern horror movie to do, but even more so when it spans a relatively brief ninety-seven minutes. I for one am always impressed by movies like that, movies that know what they want to accomplish and do so comfortably in a short runtime, and still manage to find plenty of time to breathe in between. In some sense it could alienate viewers, and I believe it has, at least judging by some of the ha...