Don't Follow Me (No Me Sigas)

I moved into a haunted building.

The Transatlantic Building opened its doors in 1958.

At first, they marketed the apartments as luxury living

symbolizing prosperity and modern progress.

Of a first-world Mexico.

But that didn't last long.

There was an endless string of tragic and unfortunate events.

Like the mysterious death of actress María Lupe Rojas.

The earthquake of 85'.

And a fire that reduced two residents to ashes.

The tenants living here say they've experienced countless paranormal events.

Like objects moving on their own,

Apparitions like the one we saw on the video.

Even physical attacks from invisible entities.

That's why I'm here.

I'm going to document everything.

I'll be recording this apartment 24/7.

I'm not leaving until I get this ghost on camera.

I hope I make it out alive.

What's up?

Hey.

The video turned out sick.

Thank you for helping out.

That's what I'm here for.

What's with that wallpaper?

You should see the rest of the place.

Only you would move there.

It's for the video.

"I moved into a haunted building."

"What happened next will blow your mind."

Something like that.

You're crazy.

I felt like I just needed to do something...

More daring. Riskier.

What is it?

Looking at this?

Do you want it?

Maybe?

No, not really.

How'd you even manage to rent that place? I thought it was abandoned.

It's not abandoned. A few people live here.

Andres gave me the contact of a cousin of a friend...

Or whatever.

Andres?

Yes, Andres.

Did you sleep with him?

What was that?

I must have...

I must've left Valeriana out. Hold on.

Vale! Come here.

Vale?

Carla!

Carla?

Valeriana is right here.

Come, my love.

Cutie.

What was that?

I'm not sure, but...

There's a weird vibe in here.

God help you, girl.

Want to come over and make another video?

I can't.

I have plans.

Okay.

But you're welcome to come.

I'll send you the location later.

Yeah?

Of course! Just fix yourself up a little, please.

I look fine.

Please!

Fine, I'll find something to wear.

Okay, I'm out.

See you later.

Alright.

Bye!

I'M READY.

SEND ME THE ADDRESS.

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We'll start with this eye-

ARE YOU THERE YET?

"ONLINE"

ARE YOU THERE? WHERE IS IT?

Get over here!

Three way kiss!

What's that?

Valeriana is hiding.

Vale.

Come, my love.

Come. It's okay.

The power is out in the apartment.

But the rest of the building's fine.

Some apartments are occupied.

I want to interview some of the neighbors,

but I haven't seen anyone yet.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Someone shut off the power to my unit.

We're on the seventh floor. This is where the noises were coming from.

What's going on?

I think this is the apartment above mine.

Look at this.

It's that same sound.

It's getting weird.

I'm going up to the eight floor.

These are the top floor apartments.

WHAT'S UP?

CAN I COME OVER?

It's strange.

What do you see?

Water damage, Carla.

I mean, what shape do you see?

I see your ceiling collapsing on you while you sleep.

Come on!

What do you see?

A little duck.

Where?

There.

It reminded me of something.

What?

Nothing.

Come on. Tell me.

Okay.

When I was little, I went to a party and they gave me a duckling.

My dad didn't like having it in the house, so we kept him in a cardboard box outside.

One day it rained and the duck got wet.

And I thought, he's probably cold. How do I warm him up?

Okay.

So my five-year-old brain decided to put him in the microwave.

And it was horrible because...

Because there's that urban legend that animals explode in microwaves.

But it isn't true.

It's more like they turn inside out, guts spilling out.

What happened?

Nothing.

My dad never brought it up.

I think he thought I'd grow up to be a psychopath.

He was right.

He was.

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I wanted to apologize for the other day.

I got so shitfaced, I forgot to send you the address.

It's fine.

A friend came over anyway.

A friend?

A...

Andres. It was Andres.

I knew it. So, how was it?

Great!

I kinda feel like he's a fuckboy.

No.

I don't get that vibe.

Open his Instagram.

He doesn't upload much.

Let me see it.

No way.

What?

His profile pic is with some chick.

Please, that's a grown-ass woman.

Still a chick.

Sure, but it's not...

Must be his mom.

Or his sugar-mommy?

It's not his sugar. It's his mom. He said she was sick.

No.

No.

No!

No!

No, no, Sam!

Go big or go home. Give me your hand.

He'll see it anyway. I also wanted to say...

Your video freaked me out.

Really?

Yeah.

I feel like people are not liking it.

It's missing something. Like...

I don't know. How did you do it?

Honestly, what I do is create a character.

Like...

The me in my videos is someone confident.

Who doesn't doubt herself.

Who can get whoever she wants.

So, you.

Love you, but no. I mean, yes. At some point, you start believing it.

There are things this thing sees that we simply don't.

You just need to play it up a little.

You have to make it creepier.

That's your brand. It has to be scarier.

But I can't control the paranormal activity.

Why not?

If people want the devil...

Give them the devil.

Ready?

Ready.

Okay, what do I say?