Bad moon rising

The story I am about to tell you is a true story, and the reason I know that for sure is because it happened to me, it is my story. It is my very own personal horror story.

I so wish in many ways that what happened here hadn’t. And yet, I survived it and learnt from it. But it wasn’t an easy thing to go through by any means. In the end it cost me everything that ever meant anything to me, my wife, my children, even almost my sanity and indeed my very life. To this very day all I have left is a pen, some ink, paper and a few distant memories I so wish I didn’t have, and lots more that I treasure.

To this day I’m not sure entirely what overcame us, or more to the point what came over my lovely sweet wife that turned her into a stark raving monster. Something that seemed to take control of her heart and her mind and set her on a path of destruction that effected every single one of us. We all suffered for it, even my wife herself paid a very heavy price, but at the time she simply couldn’t see what was happening to her, to us, to every single person connected with us. It killed her parents and mine, it killed our children, it killed any shred of love I once had for her. And in the end, it killed her too, stone dead in what the authorities called death by misadventure.

My name is Calum and I’m a writer working from a room in what used to be the attic of a very old…