Hi there, fellow freaks. Call me Nicky. I’m a Westside yuppie, former EMT, former filmmaker, former red-shirted hot dog hawker, and perpetual amateur writer based in Los Angeles, California. I stumbled across Creepypasta by accident in 2014, and immediately kicked myself for not finding it years before.
My relationship with the horror genre has always been of the love/hate variety, as I was once an extremely scared little kid. My family couldn’t watch Hocus Pocus because I was afraid of witches. The vice-principal of my elementary school once read excerpts from Short and Shivery out loud to my class as a Halloween treat; I had nightmares for weeks. I slept with a night light until high school.
But eventually, I began to experience an inexplicable, somewhat self-destructive draw to the sources of my fear. The way I see it: if I can scare myself, I can probably scare other people. I write in coffee shops late at night. And if I walk home on edge, pulse racing, looking over my shoulder for shadowy assailants, then I know I’ve nailed it.
My stories include:
The Burned Photo - a suburban mother is thrilled when her shy son brings home a charming new playmate, Artie. But, as misfortunes mount and her child becomes icy and withdrawn, she begins to suspect Artie isn’t who he appears to be.
I recently posted two sequels - you can read them here and here.
Black Friday - a comedy/meta-pasta pitting retail peons against eldritch evil, on the cusp of that most dreaded day at the mall - Black Friday. Five rounds. Three clues. Blood (and peppermint syrup) will be spilled.
Best read as a drinking game: take a sip for every genre cliche, borderline copyright violation, or reference to world folklore, urban legends, horror classics, and other Creepypasta you find stuffed within its seventeen chapters. Internet brownie points if you can figure out the real-life mall the Baldwin Mall is based on. It’s not difficult. Like, two minutes on Google not difficult.
Delusion in Purple and White - while completing a grisly job for an atypical client, a Venice Beach-dwelling hit man is forced to confront his own tragic past.
This one’s the red-headed stepchild of my portfolio - it doesn’t quite fit with everything else, but I love it anyway. Major internet brownie points if you can name the classic short story referenced in the title.
If you’re into longer series, check out the one I’ve been working on for The Horror Network Wiki.
Seeking a fresh start, schizophrenic twenty-something Ansley returns to her peaceful, tree-lined hometown where, fourteen years ago, her best friend Micah disappeared without a trace. Besieged by violent, lucid nightmares, Ansley dives down a twisted rabbit hole on a search for answers - though they may not be the answers she wants to hear.
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