Once upon a time, I lived in a haunted house.
A house, in which someone had died in a most violent way.
Once upon a time, I spent a night in that house in a fever-haze.
During that night, a story came to me.
I lived it, breathed through the birth, sweaty, trembling in fear and terror.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, I found the courage to start writing down the horror of that feverish night.
A lot has happened after that night. I've left The House, I've gotten divorced, I've moved to a big city.
You know, it's funny, people always tell you that big cities make them feel scared, like the people around them are trying to get to them.
I no longer have any fear of the living.
It's the dead that scare me.
The story called Craig Loves Luna started coming to life almost a year ago. I've been channelling it on and off during my time of transition, and I hope to see it finished in the year to come.
It is a story based on true events.
I know horror stories based on "true events" are often the biggest let down, but mine is real.
I lived in a haunted house, in which a most macabre act came to be, and I wish to share the tale with you.
Like it, or not.