This blog is intended to represent the lifestyle of a living dead girl.
When Mary Shelly wrote Frankenstein, she was constantly asked “‘How I, then a young girl, came to think of and dilate upon so very hideous an idea?'”
As women, we are so often represented as innocent and delicate creatures incapable of handling fear. We have often been portrayed as the victim or the final girl, but what about those of us who identify with the monster?
An ideal night for me would consist of drinking red wine, in the cemetery, under a full moon with the likes of Morticia Addams, Vampira, Lily Munster, the bride of Frankenstein, and Elvira. This blog is for the Ghoul Gang.