The worst of horror films comes at the time of their completion, in the next few hours and in the next nights, at least for some. The movie itself is to sow a seed, because the rest will be done by your mind, much better and much more real.

In this way, you can get caught flying the costume of a brave person and running through the bathroom path to the room, igniting the light from the hallway. You will not get your feet or arms out of the bed sheet, even if the heat drowns it. You will close the closets and, in extreme situations, you will look under the bed to see if there is anyone, asking yourself what it would look like if there was somebody by chance.

A film also evokes the memory of the monsters and assassins of all the movies you've seen before, which were hidden in some wrinkle of your brain, supposedly missing. All in your room and tonight, but no one before the next day. Your intrepid mask will wake you up and ask you from the earth if you've gone crazy.

Because fear is a curious thing. It is necessary, but odious, especially when it becomes lasting. And if the fear that emerges from fiction changes you, what about what is based on reality?

You've gone from the bar home to a quicker step than the bathroom, forcefully grabbing the mask of a brave person by zipper. You can't fall anymore. You don't want to get your hands out of your pockets, because in one you have the phone and in the other you have the keys. You look back in the street in more than one bed, asking yourself what pussy you would think if there was somebody by chance. And a thousand facts come to your memory that you have heard beforehand: from the park, from the polygon, from the car, from the parties… all by your side and tonight.

Every male assault leaves us a message that drops us like a Sirimiri on the skin that we've thickened with self-defense workshops, demonstrations and empowering. It's fear. And even though we know that it's the strongest control mechanism and it's not up to us to feel it, and that we have to change sides, it's still stuck there. And I hate that uncontrollable, because I preferred to think that we're all crazy, as we know there's no one in the closet, that we'll come home safely... But the day to day shows us that all the situations we've imagined can happen at any time and anywhere.

Now that I do not believe in anyone, I will believe in the transformation of fear and in our ability to organize to defend with hand and with teeth all the areas we have acquired. Do not step back.