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 ...