In past days -past nights, actually- I was drawing in my computer while listening creepypasta videos in the Internet (you know, those anonymous horror stories). Predictively, came the time of the night when tiredness, nerves and the deep silence in the house and the street summed up with the usual paranoia that normaly strikes me, and from time to time I would look at my dorm’s entrance, with the feeling that, at any moment, one of those monsters from creepypastas would slowly enter my room, looking back at me from the shadows while I try to decide if I should screm or just go to bed, convinced it was all a hallucination caused by sleep deprivation.
In the climax of that uneasyness feeling, when I already was thinking of a plan to fight or run away from whatever monster showed up, as my breathing started to get heavier while the cold sweat ran through my forehead… my neighbor started to play “duranguense” music in his car, all out loud (think of it as bad -and i mean BAD- country music).
That guy was “kind” enough to play “banda”, “reggaeton” and other acoustic abominations all night long. Suddenly I realized how ridiculous was this situation: at some moment I feared for my life because of the probable arrival of an unknown horror, and at the next that awful music brought me back to my house, in the surroundings of the capital city of one of the most violent states in Mexico.
Then I rememberred which things the people in my town is really afraid of when they walk in the streets at night. Here, all Slenderman’s victims would surely be attributed to local kidnappers bands; the terrible assassinations commited by The Rake and B.O.B. would’ve been classified as vendettas between druglords; morevoer, surely some of these beings would’ve been murdered in a shootout between the mexican army and “narcos” in some far away farm, in the deep of the woods.
Jeff the killer himself would be horrorified after watching those videos in which narcotraffic henchmen slaughtered members of rival bands. The Expressionless, who caused the death of several doctors and nurses in a hospital in the USA, would never do any harm in Mexico, as the medic personel in any public hospital would tell her there were no medicines or beds left, and that they could not give her medical attention.
Even worse, if by any unfortunate circumstance one of these paranormal entities was cornered and captured by the Army or the police, the governor and the Public Security secretary would call to a press conference, in which the said entity would be presented as the leader of a drug-trafficking group and be blamed for all the murders, kidnaps and shootouts…
Anyway, this is how I sometimes pass my nights, in this land where even mutants and spectres are afraid of cars with polaryzed windows…