Who is Morbid Mallory?  I'm a sad, pathetic person.  I hide under people's beds and they act all scared and pissed when I pop out at night.  I don't get it.  Their reactions are so hurtful.  But that doesn't have anything to do with this blog.  Well, it might a little. . .

     I have been obsessed with the macabre ever since I was a little girl.  Horror movies, ghost stories, paranormal, Halloween. . . all these things fascinated me.  I even remember sneaking into my older brother's room at night when I was four years old just to watch Nightmare on Elm Street.  Boy, that was a mistake.  I'm still fucked up from that.  Older brothers just don't think about the repercussions of those things.  Yes, it's all his fault, not mine!

     For a long time I thought I was weird and one of the few interested in such things, but here lately I have come to find there are others like me. . . somewhere out there.  To speak like a hipster, I was obsessed with Halloween BEFORE it was cool.  I have also loved to write since I first figured out I could tell stories of my own, so that's what I'm here to do.  I am here to discuss creepy things with other freaks like myself.  We'll discuss the paranormal, ghost hunting, haunted locations, scary TV shows, horror movies, Halloween, haunted attractions, creepy books, and fucked up scary shit I have experienced.  If anyone has any other suggestions on what to discuss, please let me know.  I would love any feedback and ideas.   Also, I just wrote a book, so I will be shamelessly promoting it!

     My whole life I have been told I'm creepy, depressing, and morbid.  Yes, I am all of those things, and one is a mental illness, so congrats to those that were insensitive enough to turn it into an insult!  Anyway, I figured I'd take all those insults and turn them into something entertaining. 

     Fair warning; I curse.  A lot.  And sometimes I think I'm clever, but I'm not.  I'm pretty awesome, but I'm also a sack of week-old-garbage. . . the kind that has rotten meat and soiled cat litter in it.  I go back and forth between trying to decide on which one I really am.  I've made a lot of poor life choices that have led me to coming up with an idea to start a blog about dead shit.  So, let's stop talking about what a failure I am, and get on with the morbid mumblings!

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-Morbid Mallory

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