TM Gregg


TM Gregg is an American author who lives on the east coast with her family. She spends her days reading, writing, and hanging out with her dog, Chester. A child of the seventies and eighties, Gregg grew up on Saturday afternoon monster and sci-fi movies, paperback horror novels that her mom bought her at the grocery store, and creepy television programs like Night Gallery, In Search Of, and The Outer Limits. A former nyctophobic (that’s just a fancy way of saying she was afraid of the dark), Gregg looks back on those torturous sleepless nights of imagined spooks and boogiemen with a sort of twisted nostalgia, with a desire to be creeped out by ghosts and ghoulies and to have her heart beat fast at the thought of what might be lurking behind the closet door.

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Smashwords Interview

What scares you?
Everything—at least for the first twenty-five-or-so years of my life everything scared me. I was terrified of the dark and being alone—and being alone in the dark. I was certain there were monsters, ghosts, and demons waiting to get me the second my mom left the room after tucking me in at night. I had phobias and anxieties of every variety. Bugs and snakes made me sick to my stomach. When my parents left us kids with the babysitter, I was sure that they’d never come back (I can completely relate to my dog’s neurotic separation anxiety.) And I just knew that at every moment of every day I was being watched by someone or something that was keeping tabs on whether I was being naughty or nice and that it would all be noted in my permanent record. Of course, I brought most of this on myself by watching horror movies and reading scary books by day, only to relive it all by night, tormented at such a visceral level that I made myself sick. Michael Meyers was in my closet. My bed was about to start violently shaking because the demons knew I’d faked being sick to get out of going to Sunday school. Stephen King’s vampires were tapping at my window, and a horde of monster cockroaches were about to cover my bed. I was pretty much terrified every night right up into adulthood—when I went to college, I needed a nightlight in my dorm room.

Eventually I calmed down, though. Life got busy with work and family. I don’t worry about things lurking in my closet, and quite frankly by bedtime I’m too tired to care if ghosts are stalking me while I’m asleep. To be honest, I no longer believe in spooks or spirits, the paranormal or extraterrestrials, Heaven or Hell. Don’t get me wrong, I still love a good ghost story and delight in the creepy and macabre. I just don’t believe any of it’s real. So what scares me now? Not believing. Because if none of that stuff is real, what comes next?
What authors have influenced your writing the most?
Bradbury, Blackwood, Poe, Hawthorne, and Shakespeare are the core set of storytellers who have influenced my development as a writer. I’ll take them each in reverse chronological order because that’s pretty much the order in which I first discovered them.

When I was a kid, I must have read Ray Bradbury’s "Something Wicked This Way Comes" at least ten times. I love the rhythm and motion of Bradbury’s style, the way he pulls the reader along with the experiences of young Will and Jim, making the sights, sounds and smells as real as one can with the written word. Algernon Blackwood’s stories are equally tangible, and even though his characters aren’t as fully developed, his settings are so detailed and animated that they become characters themselves. In “The Willows” the reader is right alongside the narrator as the willows creep closer and closer around the tent. And in “The Glamour of the Snow” (my personal favorite), Blackwood’s ability to bring the cold to life is so exquisitely done that not only could I “feel” it but could almost “smell” it.

The contemporaries Edgar Allen Poe and Nathaniel Hawthorne are most definitely my biggest influences when it comes to the “creep factor” in my writing. Both tormented souls in their own ways, these two storytellers were in my opinion the best at capturing the emotions of fear and despair in their words. Poe’s “The Cask of Amontillado” still gives me chills—the thought of being bricked up alive deep down in the dark, damp catacombs beneath the city—yikes! Hawthorne, however, is the author I find myself alluding to the most in my own writing. Elements of the Sabbath scene in the forest from “Young Goodman Brown” run through the entirety of my novel "The Tower, the Monster, and the Tree."

Finally, at the risk of sounding pretentious, I have to include William Shakespeare. Of course, many of his plays have the creepy elements that I love, ghosts, witches, and magical creatures of all sorts, but it’s really “the play within the play” structure that I find fascinating as a writer. To be able to tell multiple stories, stacked together like Russian nesting dolls, separate yet thematically entwined, seems to be something to which I am almost unconsciously drawn.
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The Cave: A Short Story
Price: Free! Words: 5,030. Language: English. Published: June 1, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Horror » Occult
All Ned Martin ever wanted was to be noticed. And the day Rebecca smiled at him was the best of his life—and the worst. Traveling down a path of darkness from which he can’t escape, Ned discovers a part of himself he never imagined existed. From the author of The Tower, the Monster, and the Tree comes this chilling tale of savage self-discovery.
The Tower, the Monster, and the Tree
Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 68,500. Language: English. Published: March 3, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Horror » General, Fiction » Horror » Occult
Walingford is a place rife with dark history and dirty secrets, and where Dr. Patrick Denny, renowned fiction writer, has returned to the profession he’d forsaken years ago—psychiatry. But as he struggles to understand the minds of the most disturbed and hopeless, his own tormented past bleeds into his present, and the macabre storyteller that dwells within pushes him dangerously close to madness.

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