|top| — Vecino Infernal

LUCÍA "I was moving a chair."

DON ANSELMO slowly turns his head 180 degrees. His neck does not crack. It squelches . vecino infernal

DON ANSELMO enters. He smells of wet plaster and burnt toast. LUCÍA "I was moving a chair

He smiles. He has no tongue. He never did. vecino infernal

The elevator doors open to the wrong floor—a hallway that is on fire, but silent. Lucía screams. Don Anselmo presses "Lobby." The doors close. "Love thy neighbor... before he consumes thy soul." This write-up positions Vecino Infernal as a claustrophobic, culturally-rich horror that uses the mundane setting of Latin American apartment living as a portal to existential dread.

Lucía gets in with her groceries. The doors are about to close when a gnarled hand stops them.