N.J. Gallegos
Bio
Howdy! I’m an ER doc who loves horror, especially with a medical bent. Voted most witty in high school so I’m like, super funny. First novel coming out in Fall 2023! Follow me on Twitter @DrSpooky_ER.
Check me out: https://njgallegos.com
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- Top Story - August 2022
Full CodeTop Story - August 2022
It’s fairly common for the medics to roll in with a patient that looks like they were recently—or not so recently—dug up from the local cemetery. Think The Crypt Keeper but without all the witty one-liners or the will to live. They’re always from a nursing home, too. Places with cheerful names like Morningside or Reflections that bring to mind spas rather than the cesspool of antibiotic-resistant germs and urine-scented sheets that they actually are.
By N.J. Gallegos 2 years ago in Horror
Quark
Kyle always combed yard sales. On Fridays he’d cruise the streets, eyes peeled for hand-lettered signs; one couldn’t count on the Internet alone. Some people just eschewed technology, saying the old ways are the best ways. Most ticked the box of the over-seventy age group on their Census forms. Silver-headed wonders, painstakingly writing checks at the grocery store, completely oblivious to how goddam inconvenient they were being. Those were the same folks that staked out a sign advertising weekend yard sales.
By N.J. Gallegos 2 years ago in Horror
Fast Food
“Wow! Another first place finish for you! What’s your secret?” The reporter gazed at Larsa, her eyes twinkling as if she were speaking to a 7-time Olympic champion instead of a local high school track star. A pen perched over the page of a small red spiral-bound notebook—the reporter went old school—positively twitching in the reporter’s fingers as she readied herself for Larsa’s earth shattering truth.
By N.J. Gallegos 2 years ago in Horror
3:02 AM
The closing credits of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre unfurled on the den TV screen. Not that any of the girls paid them any mind. If Leatherface wasn’t capering about menacing unsuspecting visitors, who cared about some dumb list of names? Clara’s dog, Zander, rooted under the couch, desperately searching for dropped popcorn. While the girls watched the movie, he’d sat near the couch’s tattered arm, putting on his best I’m-starving-to-death-and-no-one-cares expression each time someone plunged her hand into the overfilled bowl. Zander lived for nights like this and when Clara’s friends piled into the house, he shook his body with such force, he nearly toppled over Clara’s grandma’s ashes that lived in the urn in the foyer.
By N.J. Gallegos 2 years ago in Horror
Chief Complaint: Other
We discharged our last patient with his right arm snug in a sling, much to his chagrin. What did he expect, drinking a twelve pack and raising hell on an ATV in the pitch-black night? He was lucky he only fractured his clavicle and not his skull, where his remaining two brain cells vied for dominance.
By N.J. Gallegos 2 years ago in Horror