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 I didn't have any special talents or I didn't exude popular vibes so storywriting became my crutch. That's where I found my talent and it didn't become a crutch, it became my life.
I used to watch documentaries on true hauntings in Ireland, England and the United States and I became so invested in the world of the supernatural. I'd take note of what the characteristics of a ghost were and what makes them different to demons, I'd see the equipment the paranormal investigators use and automatically say the answer to myself aloud; this was like school for me except I was the only girl in my class who was learning this knowledge. Whenever talk of ghosts came up in school people always looked to me for answers. The same thing happened with my family, conversations of ghosts and wondering if a relation's house was haunted was always directed at me, they knew I had the knowledge (sort of) and my opinion was always valued, but in regards to people liking it wasn't always the case. A lot feared the knowledge I had and a lot were skeptical. I was always an open-minded child and was eager to learn; the paranormal just caught my interest and kept it until I was old enough to learn about it properly.
Library visits were a weekly routine. I'd check out books with short horror stories by R.L Stine, Anthony Horrowitz and Stephen King so I could gain inspiration for future novel ideas. I was hungry to learn more and more. I remember my Mam coming over to me one day while I was sitting at one of the reading tables in the local library and she handed over a book about ghosts. I learned all about ghost activity and poltergeists and so much more. Afterwards, the book was no longer found on the shelves whenever I tried to borrow it. The reason behind that is still unknown to me.
When I secured a full-time job I became obsessed with expanding my horror DVD collection, but I didn't just stop at DVDs, I went as far as horror dolls and Ouija boards, Tarot cards, books on Witchcraft and Magic and books about demons and Gods and the world of the paranormal. I was feeding my hunger and it was so satisfying. On a side note, it helps with my depression and anxiety, horror is like my safe space and it makes me feel at ease. Sit down with me and have a conversation about horror movies and you'll think that I'm the happiest girl in the world, you'll think that "Wow, this girl ain't depressed or anxious..."
When the horror collection expanded, I began posting pictures and little updates online and people seemed genuinely interested. They'd look up the exact items I'd purchase off Amazon, they'd ask where I got certain items from or they'd ask me for advice on all things horror and that's when the reviews started.
The horror reviews were a major hit; with every horror I watched I'd post a picture of it, give a brief run-down on what I liked/didn't like, rate it out of 10 and would I recommend it. Viewers became hungry themselves and wanted to experience the films for themselves. They wanted more; asking what I thought of this film and that film or would this film be any good? They were interested, genuinely interested in my reviews and it wasn't long before they labelled me the "Horror Connoisseur"! Quite an honour if you ask me!
Spooky season is approaching, preparations are underway to give you guys amazing Halloween content, I won't let ye down! Keep watching horrors because as the famous horror King, Stephen King, said "Horrors, reading and watching are cathartic to us".
Rach x
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