STOP THE PRESSES, DROP THE TACO, AND HOLD ON TO YOUR SEATS BECAUSE THE WORLD IS ABOUT TO COME CRASHING DOWN! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, PEOPLE! THE NEWS THAT NO ONE WANTED TO BELIEVE BUT THAT WE ALL FEARED HAS JUST EXPLODED IN OUR FACES!
Horror has a name! The truth behind the mysterious and terrifying “see more” that chilled your blood on your phone a few minutes ago is revealed. A son against his own flesh and blood? Reality surpasses your worst Netflix nightmares!
[URGENT REPORT / RED ALERT MX – FROM THE HEART OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD WHERE TROY BURNED]
What’s up, my dear friends from Mexico City, the north, the coast, and all of this magical Mexico that wakes up today with a broken heart and Jesus on their lips!
I’m sure it happened to you a little while ago too. You were there, about to check out a meme, or just waking up with sleep still in your eyes, looking at your phone to see what new memes were out, when suddenly… BAM! The phone vibrated with that intensity that only announces tragedies or debt collections from Coppel. And there it was. That cursed notification on the lock screen. A blurry image of police cars, yellow tape that says “CAUTION,” and that headline cut off with numbers to outsmart the algorithm, those black letters that looked like a death sentence:
“Tragedy strikes son and his entire family in the community…See more”
Holy shit, dude! Admit it! You felt the cold run down your spine, all the way to your nether regions. Your heart leaped into your throat, and you thought the same thing as millions of other Mexicans: “What the hell? A son? Did he wipe everyone out? Where the hell did this happen?”
The uncertainty was killing us all, damn it. That stupid “See More” button was the gateway to the abyss. Should I click it or not? If I click it, will I ever find out the real truth? Or will it just be another clickbait ad trying to sell me miracle pills?
Well, hold on tight, folks, because we, here at your trusted crime news site, where we fear nothing and delve deep into the heart of crime, WILL hit that damn button. We risk it all for you to bring you the real deal, raw and uncensored. And let me tell you, with a bread roll in hand to calm my nerves, the reality hidden behind that “See More” button is a THOUSAND TIMES MORE TWISTED, BLOODY, AND SAD than your morbid minds could have imagined.
The mystery is over! Get your tissues and stomachs ready, because the truth is here and it burns!
The full sentence, the one the mainstream media doesn’t want you to hear in detail, is this bombshell of pain:
“TRAGEDY: SON, UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF A DEADLY COCKTAIL OF SYNTHETIC DRUGS, KILLS HIS ENTIRE FAMILY IN THE COMMUNITY OF SANTA MARÍA LA RIBERA. FATHER, MOTHER, AND YOUNGER SISTER WERE THE VICTIMS OF ‘EL BETO,’ THE MONSTER THEY RAISED AT HOME!”
TAKE THAT, BEARDED ONE! Just like you read it, my people! The devil’s loose in the living room!
CHRONICLE OF A RED SUNDAY: WHEN THE DEVIL AWAKENED BEFORE MASS
To understand the magnitude of this mess that has us all on edge, we have to go to the scene of the crime. Imagine a quiet Sunday morning in a working-class neighborhood, one of those where you can often smell sweet bread early in the morning. People getting ready to go to ten o’clock mass or to sober up from Saturday night’s drinking.
In the house marked number 42 on Fresno Street lived the González family. Good people, man. Don Rogelio, a hardworking mechanic of the old school; Doña Lucha, a lady who made tamales that were finger-licking good and who always had a smile for the neighbors; and little Lupita, barely 12 years old, who dreamed of being a veterinarian.
And then there was him. Roberto, alias “El Beto”, 24 years old. The black sheep. The fly in the ointment.
The neighbors say that “El Beto” was a normal kid until a few years ago. But then, damn it!, he fell in with the tough guys on the corner. He started with weed, then cocaine, and lately, according to the neighborhood gossip, he was really messed up with crystal meth and that crap that fries your brain. He stopped working, stole money from his mom, and went completely crazy when he didn’t have enough for his fix.
THE “SEE MORE” THAT THE BUTCHER SHOP REVEALED
According to preliminary reports from the Prosecutor’s Office, which arrived fresh at our newsroom, it all happened around 7:00 AM. Neighbors heard screams. They weren’t the normal screams of a family argument over who finished the cereal. They were screams of pure terror, heart-wrenching, the kind that make your skin crawl.
“Beto, no! Son, for God’s sake, snap out of it!” Doña Lucha is said to have shouted. Then, a deathly silence. A silence heavier than concrete.
Doña Chole, the next-door neighbor, the official neighborhood gossip (blessed are gossipy neighbors who sometimes save lives, although not today!), called 911. “Come quickly, the devil has entered the González house!” she told the operators.
When the patrols arrived, with their light bars painting the gray morning blue and red, they encountered the scene that the “See more” button had hidden from you.
THE DANTESQUE SCENE: HELL ON EARTH
Guys, I’m going to spare you the most gruesome details out of respect for the deceased, but you need to know the magnitude of this. The door was ajar. The police entered with their hands on their guns.
In the living room, they found Don Rogelio. Poor boss, he didn’t even have time to defend himself. It seems he was reading the newspaper. In the kitchen, Doña Lucha. And in her bedroom, clutching a teddy bear… little Lupita. All with fatal wounds. A bladed weapon. A kitchen knife from the kitchen itself. What a disgrace!
And “El Beto”? Where was the one responsible for this massacre?
There he was, the cynical bastard. Sitting in the living room armchair, staring blankly at the blank television screen. Covered in the blood of his own family. The officers say that when they walked in, he didn’t even flinch. He was out of it, on another planet, babbling incoherently, still under the influence of the filth he’d taken.
“That’s enough, boss. No more yelling,” they say she whispered when they put the handcuffs on her. Give me a break!
THE NEIGHBORHOOD IS IN MOURNING AND SHOCK: WHAT IS HAPPENING TO US?
Right now, Fresno Street is cordoned off. There’s yellow tape everywhere, and forensic experts in white coats are going in and out with black bags that break our hearts just to look at them. The neighbors are crying on the sidewalks, holding candles, praying rosaries that aren’t enough to console so much pain.
The “See more” wasn’t just morbid curiosity, my friends. It was a warning about a reality that’s eating us alive. Drugs are destroying our youth and turning homes into cemeteries.
What kind of monster do you have to be to kill the one who gave you life? What kind of demon gets into your head to extinguish the light of your little sister?
“El Beto” is already on his way to prison. Hell on earth surely awaits him in there, because even among criminals there are codes, and killing your mother… that’s unforgivable. But that doesn’t bring the González family back.
Guys, let this news serve as a wake-up call for more than just a scare on your phone. Look at your children, your siblings. If you see them going down the wrong path, take action! Before it’s too late and you become the protagonists of the next “See more” story that breaks all our hearts.
We will continue to provide minute-by-minute updates on this tragedy that has plunged Mexico into mourning. May God have mercy on us and protect our families!
