When I was a kid my mom would tell me ghost stories. It was a struggle for her to entertain me at times, but one thing that had always been consistent about me is my love for the macabre and things that give me the heebie jeebies.

In January I broke up with my ex-partner of 8.5 years. I knew we weren’t meant to be together, but the thought of a life outside of the one I knew was horrifying. I was complacent in my own life. It was as though I was experiencing the bystander effect, standing idly by watching someone die. Metaphorically I suppose you could say I was.