User blog comment:Anarchic Operations/Sources of Inspiration/@comment-25073641-20160612070652

Most of the time I have no inspirations to draw my story from, but if I do, they're mostly from books and films (and sometimes art). Wish You a Merry Christmas wasn't inspired by anything in particular (although the premise might be similar to other Xmas horror stories out there); the idea of Santa killing kids who saw him just popped in my head when I was cleaning my room. And the same thing goes to my other fallen creepypastas (with exceptions to God Has Left the Chatroom).

The Day that Changed My Life and my upcoming creepypasta Butterfly Effect(which is currently in the Writer's Workshop) were the ones that were actually inspired by a certain material. I was reading Stephen King's novel 11/22/63, which is about an English professor namelyJake Epping (Eppy - Epping... BOOIII!!) going back in time to save JFK from being assassinated, when... they just appeared. I just knew I had to write them because it seemed so great and so promising, or else the only chance of writing good creepypastas will vanish. And the results are pretty good, and thankfully they came out the way I expected them to be.

Dreams are a big meh for me, although they can be pretty scary at some point. My dreams consist mostly of symbolism (like me running towards the light at the end of a tunnel) and the sorts, but sometimes they take a twisted turn that I don't really anticipate. One time I had a dream where I was running around a dark place that somehow looks similar to a lighthouse, and there was some black creature (I don't remember how it looks like) chasing me. I got to the top and the creature cornered me there. Afraid, I jumped out of the tower, plummeting down to the rocks below, and when I landed headfirst the dream ended... and I was paralyzed; I had never been so scared like that, seeing shadows in the corner of my eyes and being unable to move as they hovered above me, dancing their manic dances. But the dream never made it (with exceptions to the black man) to any of my stories.