On a moonless night, in the same village surrounded by dark forests

On a moonless night, in the same village surrounded by dark forests, the residents went to bed earlier than usual. There was something wrong, a feeling of restlessness that made dogs bark non-stop and doors creak more than usual. The shadows seemed denser, and an icy cold ran through the deserted streets. No mouse from hill at home, where the enigmatic Caveirinho lived, was darker than ever. No one dared to go up there at night., because there were rumors that death itself resided in that place. What few people knew was that Caveirinho, although he had a playful side, kept a dark secret, a curse he tried, ending in failure, keep hidden. Naquela noite, the village was about to experience the true terror of Caveirinho. while everyone was sleeping, a low, sinister laugh echoed through the streets. It wasn't a laugh of joy, but a sound that seemed to come from the depths of the underworld. The windows started to shake, and the candle flames in the houses flickered, threatening to fade away. Suddenly, The Central Square, which had so often been the scene of Caveirinho's harmless pranks, began to transform. The pumpkins that once happily decorated the place, now they had macabre smiles, and the shadows moved on their own, as if they had life. The doors of the houses began to slam loudly, and unintelligible whispers invaded the ears of the residents, who woke up terrified, without knowing where those sounds were coming from. In the middle of the square, a tall, hooded figure slowly emerged. It was Skully, but something was different about him. Their eyes, once bright and mischievous, now they were black wells, empty of any emotion. He wasn't there to play. The curse he carried had finally manifested itself.. one by one, the residents began to hear their names being called, as if they were whispered directly into their minds. Those who tried to escape were paralyzed by fear., your legs pinned to the ground by invisible hands