Confessions of my Past, Present and Future
by
Matthew Cash
The Past
From the moment I was born I was destined to be a horror
fanatic. The night my mother went into labour, the stars had aligned like in
that bit in Omen III: The Final Conflict,
horses curdled and milk did sweat.
My mother was a massive, massive Hammer Horror (and others of that era) fan, and was an avid
collector of regional ghost books, so that genre had always been loitering
around me like a weird, sinister, lunatic uncle.
I've read books pretty much constantly since I learnt how to read. I was one of
those kids who favoured books over toys.
I have also written stories since I was old enough to
write, before I could write I used to dictate to my father.
My first recollection of a book so horrific that I had to
stop reading was Roald Dahl’s The Witches.
I remember it went into horrific detail about what your typical witch would do
to a captured child and it scared the hell out of me. But...once I had put it
down I couldn't help but be lured into reading more. It had to be finished.
