I grew up in a Christian family, attended church every Friday for Choir Practice, Sunday for Service, during the week for Rainbows, Brownies, Guides and eventually Pathfinders. My parents were part of the church army and I had tea and cake in the Vicarage. We were that kind of family.

On the flipside of all that, I always had a bit of a thing for the macabre, although I was afraid of the dark and that which might lurk within it I also had a curiosity which just could not be satiated. I was drawn to it in a way that I wanted to keep digging my way deeper.

So, in and around my duties as a good little Christian girl, I also had a ring binder of Serial Killer research.