I never really considered myself a macabre child, but the more I think back to the things I liked as a kid, the more I remember how drawn I was to the supernatural and creepy. Maybe it was because I was raised Roman Catholic and the supernatural stuff really stuck with me, a lot more than the be kind to your neighbor and don’t steal from the collection plate directives. I was both curious and terrified by the idea of Hell and demons, death and resurrection, and the whole good versus evil thing. Also on my maternal side I come from a very old world, superstitious Italian family who prayed to statues of saints and believed in curses. So I guess I was well primed for my fascination with things that go bump in the night.
Don't get me wrong. I didn't walk around like Wednesday Addams or anything. I was a normal little girl who played with Barbie dolls and cooked with my Easy Bake Oven. (I did like to melt crayons in it, but what kid didn't?) My room was pink and frilly and I liked to play princess dress up and run around in my ballet tutu. But I can't deny that from an early age I found creepy stuff really cool.