A journal entry about family betrayal.

I’ve always been fascinated by things that are considered creepy or gross. While most little girls were reading their Sweet Valley High books, I was off on the Gothic moors reading ghost stories and tales of monsters. My mom even grew concerned that I would lock myself in my room for hours at a time. It wasn’t until years later that I stopped caring what others thought of me and finally gave in to the darkness. I remember thinking that romance novels were boring compared to a