Josey Pickering
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Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Room for two
There was only one rule in my Mama’s house: do NOT open the door. Mama let me wander all around the house otherwise. I could watch anything on TV, I could play in any room I wanted, have any snack I preferred, I just couldn’t open that heavy metal door.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Fiction
The Face of Horror
My love of horror movies started out quite complicated. When I was really small My older brother was babysitting me and watching a nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors. I Desperately wanted to watch it with him and tried to sit through it but I became so scared. I literally thought that Freddy was going to pull me through the couch. I had horrible nightmares about Freddy after that but the strange thing drawn to films like Ghostbusters and Beetlejuice. There were certain parts of both films that I could not watch at all! I was terrified of the Staypuft Marshmallow man and the demon dogs so I would hide under the coffee table from them. I could not handle when Beetlejuice became the snake version of himself so under the coffee table I went then too. As terrified as I was at times, I was still completely drawn to the macabre. I found myself obsessed with Goosebumps books, and Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. I watched tamer movies about ghosts and witches like Casper and Hocus Pocus on repeat.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Horror
Mistress of the Dark, Light in my Life
There’s just something truly special about Elvira. It’s not just her iconic makeup or her infamous haunted hills or her witty quips & double entendres, no, Elvira herself feels just as familiar as Halloween or a favorite spooky movie to me. She’s become a person of comfort for me, like a beloved family member you don’t get to see often. However, everytime you see them it’s like a new magical experience that leaves your heart full. In fact, you could say ahe’s become a part of who I am. Over the years I have collected shirts and action figures, pins and posters. There’s always a little bit of the Mistress of the Dark with me somewhere in my life.
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Pride
Dahlia
All I wanted was to be a star. I wanted my name in shining lights and for people to gasp as I walked by. I wanted them to admire me, envy me. I didn’t want strange assumptions from people who thought they were better than me. I should have stopped people still in their tracks. I should have pressed my hands in the cement in front of Grauman’s like Irene Dunne did, flashbulbs popping, reporters shouting. So many handprints and footprints have come along since she pressed hers. Have I really been gone that long? Were the only flashbulbs the detectives documenting my demise?
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Fiction
