Carlos Rivera

I'm a Hispanic horror writer, member of the queer community.

Growing up during the 80s and 90s, as an anxious, introverted kid in Costa Rica, I always felt like something of an outsider. My refuge was escaping into and devouring sci-fi, fantasy, drama, crime thrillers, and above all things, HORROR.

For years, diving into these books, movies, comics, and even video games became my life.

To name a few, I plunged into the horror-next-door of Stephen King, the ineffable cosmic abominations of H.P. Lovecraft, the disturbing atmosphere of Silent Hill, the dreamlike imagery of David Lynch, the sheer unnerving strangeness of Junji Ito, and many more. They got mixed in with my native country’s folk stories and my own experiences, resulting in a peculiar blend that you, the reader, might perceive as familiar but askew.

For me, this is the foundation of horror: Horror begins with something mundane that, seen from a certain angle, feels a bit off.