A little bit mad, a little bit dark: with a love of horror, fantasy, and fiction.
A Dark Adventure
I used to have incredibly vivid dreams as a child. They sometimes manifested into night terrors/waking nightmares. It made it hard for me to tell the difference between dreams and reality at times because some dreams melted into reality. And some were so real that I didn't know I was dreaming while I was dreaming it.
A Grave Adventure
My brother and I grew up outside of a small town in the northern midwest on a five-acre homestead. There wasn't (and still isn't) much to do around those parts so finding activities to entertain us during the summer months, when mom was at work, became interesting. We were just curious kids, looking for something to do besides torture each other - as siblings do.
Theophilius Hatter. A name I'd never utter out loud again. Being mistaken for my brother has always been the bane of my existence, for all Hatters look alike. Yet, I for one am not mad. At least, that is what mother tells me. If it weren't for that damned Alice, Theophilius wouldn't be mad either.