I want to be a fantasy author, so I write. I wouldn't say that my hobby is something as general as writing. I think what I would consider my hobby is short horror fiction. I just love everything about the horror genre, but I love writing little freaky pieces.

I remember this started late one night while I was walking back to my house from a good friends barbecue. It was like maybe 1:30 in the morning, and I was slightly buzzed. I remember not having slept much for like the last week because of finals, so I was this weird combination of buzzed and exhausted. I was walking down this long road that has always been terribly lit at night (my good friend and I have lived in the same neighborhood since we were young). I swear that I heard my name being called from behind me, so I do a quick pat of my clothes making sure I didn't forget anything at his house. When I look back no one is there, and so I keep walking. At this point I'm power walking home, and I'm glancing over my shoulder constantly. To this day I swear I heard my name again, so I turned around to see a few of the street lights flickering. The farthest street light from where I was flickers, and finally goes out. For whatever reason this scared the shit out of me, so I literally sprinted home. When I got home I started writing down the experience with a bit of a fictional twist, and that was it. I've written a few really good horror pieces loosely based off stuff that I experience. I don't write them too often because the mood has gotta be right.