I loved horror films when I was a girl, especially onces with a high body-count of nubile teens meeting a host of ugly bloody ends. And Laura loves them now.
So, in these stories I've tried hard to out gross myself, with everytime I think of something horrible, asking myself, what could be more horrible.
I've also tried to make the stories very ordinary, very un-fantastic, like it could be me or you out their slaining hapless innocent victims of our murderous bile.
And I've tried to capture the madness of murder, the blood lust, the hunger to hurt.
Obviously all these things are alien to me, which makes the stretch of thinking about them all the more satisfying — a writer — forcing me to explore the gore I have never experienced … unless you count giving birth twice.
Needless to say, these stories are not suitable for the tender hearted.