There's a type of insect that, according to Costa Rican lore, brings great fortune. Costa Ricans call it "Esperanza", which means "Hope". Hope, as you know, springs eternal. For those unworthy of it, though, the opposite is also true.
As an anxious, introverted kid growing up in Costa Rica during the 80s and 90s, I always felt like something of an outsider. My refuge was escaping into and devouring sci-fi, fantasy, drama, crime thrillers, and above all things, HORROR. For years, these books, movies, comics, and even video games became my life. I dove into the horror-next-door of Stephen King, the ineffable cosmic abominations of H.P. Lovecraft, the disturbing atmosphere of Silent Hill, the dreamlike imagery of David Lynch, the sheer unnerving strangeness of Junji Ito, and many more; they got mixed in with my country’s folk stories and my own experiences, resulting in what I think is a peculiar blend that you, the reader, might feel is familiar but unknown. And isn’t that the foundation of horror? Doesn’t horror begin with something mundane that, seen from the right angle, seems a bit wrong?
I was lucky enough to read this in Advance for Carlos. This once again shows his ability to show many different perspectives. He wooed you in with the promise of a very different story than what you ended up with, which is good. I can’t say much about it without spoiling but this is a fun way to play with the concept of flipped scripts without over explaining. Carlos is getting better as a writer with time and our dreams are all the worse for it. In their place another bug infused nightmare that will linger longer after you have left it.