Usually I get an idea from something that happens and makes me think. One night a friend and I were walking around town at night (we live in a tiny town) and this one building, a really old bank filled with junk, creeped me out 'cause I could've sworn the thing in the attic moved and looked right at us. My friend asked what it would be like if we really did live in a haunted town and as soon as I got home I started writing. I got 'The Dead Town' out of that.
So really just little things like that.
So really just little things like that.
April 18th, 2009 at 04:28am