The Life of Rachel

Well, well, well, it's been a while m'loves! What can I say? Been so busy with work and a million other things in between and oh! can't be forgetting the joys of living with mental illnesses (woo-hoo!) Anyways, guess who's back with a brand new blog? When I was young, friends and family always looked towards me for advice on the supernatural or they'd quiz me on the horrors I endulged myself in during my weekends. They'd gather around me in a circle in the classroom in Primary school and listen to my ghost stories and as an extra treat I'd integrate their names into the plot; their ears would hang on to my every word awaiting to hear when their character would make an appearance and how their fates would end up. I wasn't mean in leaving names out, everyone's names were always added despite me not liking everyone I went to school with. This was my one time spotlight chance, I was constantly overlooked because I was the typical quiet girl, a nerd and...

Do you guys know the saying "Heart of gold?", well, what if I told you that I don't have a heart of gold... Now, I do have an actual heart, don't worry about that, I have a heart of horror and I have all these crazy theories about how I became a horror fanatic in the first place, some of my theories are a tad bit crazy, but a girl can only dream and there is nothing wrong with an overactive imagination. Why don't I share some of the more sane ideas with you first? Family connections There are many sides to this story and I promise they all make sense, well, to me at least. Anyways... 1. When my Mother and two uncles were young, their Dad (my Grandad) used to rent horrors and they would all watch them together in the sitting room while my Nan would hide out in the kitchen. She hated horrors with a passion, even the sound of horror movie themes would strike the wrong chord with her. I was actually told that one night she couldn't take it anymore and turned the ...