Who’s afraid of their own shadow? Me, that’s who. Ever since my dad took me to see the Exorcist when I was 11 (talk about bad parenting), I have been afraid of the devil, the boogieman, monsters under my bed, ghosts…you name it, I’m terrified of it.
I’ve never seen any of the slasher franchises: Freddy, Jason, Pinhead etc…I can’t even tolerate someone being threatened with torture, much less actually being tortured. Don’t get me started on the Saw movies. Here’s what I can stomach—True Blood (vampires), The Walking Dead (zombies) and Falling Skies (aliens). My favorite show is The Walking Dead. I love post- apocalyptic survival themes. I’m not sure what that says about me; probably that I’m a downer.
Left for dead in an enchanted forest, Kelli was raised by wolves, which explains her thick coat of fur and keen night vision. As an adolescent, she was exiled from the pack due to her love of well-done steak smothered in ketchup (her penchant for blackened beef has also caused her ejection from several fine eateries). On her own, she roamed the streets, eating from dumpsters and sleeping in abandoned dog houses. Cold, starving and destitute, Kelli turned to the oldest profession—writing. Since her fall from grace, she has penned several smutty stories for which she has received many accolades. And despite her limited vocabulary, inability to punctuate properly and her well-documented spelling disability, Kelli has collected numerous awards (some of them for her writing). But what she wants most in the world is to return to the enchanted forest and her pack. As soon as she figures out north from south and east from west, she will do just that.