I broke into a house in Coyoacán to steal, but found a blind girl tied to a chair. She whispered, “Did my mom come back to sell me again?” I decided to steal her back instead. As we reached the front door, heavy footsteps echoed from the dark hallway, and a voice growled, “Who is in there?”…

brandishing a heavy metal spatula like a broadsword.

“I had a premonition that a profound evil was festering within this property!” the old man bellowed, his voice echoing off the brick walls.

A squad of uniformed officers swarmed out behind him, flashlights cutting through the darkness, sidearms drawn and leveled.

The manicured woman, who had just burst continue reading …