Showing posts with label Ricardo Lopez Ortiz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ricardo Lopez Ortiz. Show all posts

Friday, October 3, 2014

Ricardo López Ortiz- Things that go Bump

For a period of about 3 weeks when I was about 6 years old, roaches would crawl into my room at night through a crevice in the window. I would wake up in the middle of the night and see 3 or 4 of them just sitting in the corner. 

My big fear though, was that I would later wake up engulfed by them.

My dad fixed the window and that was the end of that.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Ricardo Lopez Ortiz- What Terrified You as A Child





As a child there was nothing scarier to me than the "Chupacabras", every night for about a period of 2 years there was "Chupacabra" sightings almost every other night. During that time, I would go to bed thinking that when I woke I'd find my dogs dead in our yard, with their blood sucked dry. 

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Ricardo Lopez Ortiz - My Favorite Horror Story


My favorite horror story is easily "El Almohadon de Plumas"(The Feather Pillow) by Horacio Quiroga. It's the story of a young newly wed couple, were the bride falls suddenly ill after their honey moon and becomes completely bed-ridden. After some months she passes away, when one of the maids goes to clean the now empty room she makes a terrifying discovery.

I won't spoil the story for you all, since I can't tell a story quite like Quiroga can. You can read an english translation of the story here. Hope you find it as creepy as I did. http://www.anglo.edu.uy/gxcon/image/source0000002041/IMA0001010000028455.pdf


Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Recurring Nightmare- Ricardo Lopez Ortiz




My recurring nightmare has always consisted of my teeth starting to crumble in my mouth, and slowly crunch on them in horror before spitting them out.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Ricardo Lopez Ortiz- What Lives Under My Bed


I've never really had anything live under my bed, since I've never had a under the bed. But growing up in our single story home in Puerto Rico, my bed was next to the windows, which were covered by plastic vertical blinds. Two of the blinds had fallen off and were never replaced, leaving a clear view of the dark small alley in our yard. I would always wake up in the middle of the night and stare into the sliver of window space dreading to see something or someone staring back at me. We had a lot of burglars and stories of chupacabras running around during my childhood, which didn't help ease my nerves.