In Mexico, when you wake up and can't move, se te sube el muerto. A rainy Saturday lunch at my cousins' house, number three. My grandfather announcing that reggaetón "es de puro vándalo." My aunt in her usual seat with three fake freckles on her cheek. And a shower running in Paris. Casa 3 is up now on my Substack, just in time for Halloween. Has it ever happened to you?