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We are no sleep, now time for the story.

I've always loved creepy shit.

It started off with horror books, reading Goosebumps in elementary school, later graduating

onto Stephen King, Shirley Jackson, Mark Z. Danielesky, and a myriad of others.

Eventually I started writing my own scary stuff, mostly because I wanted to create stories

that I would want to read for myself as a horror fan.

For about a decade, I got to be marginally successful, and nowadays it's how I paid

the bills.

I never thought my life would turn into a horror story, though.

How ironic is that?

Some people decorate their houses with colorful vases stuffed with flowers, Norman Rockwell

paintings, nicknets, and crystal sculptures of dolphins and fairy princesses.

I prefer to cover my walls with freaky drawings, paintings, and prints of artworks by Francisco

Goya, Anthony Christopher, and Salvador Dolly, the weirder and darker the better.

I like my art the same as I like my novels, or a fine and unsettling.

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