I’ve always been obsessed with horror. From childhood, when I bunked with my siblings and primas, we told each other spooky stories in the middle of the night to rock ourselves to sleep. Every evening we would take turns telling stories, and the stories seemed to get scarier and scarier. When it was my night to tell a story to the group, I knew I had to bring the best jump scares. I’d find myself spinning stories until my sisters’ and primas’ bodies would tense up in fear. I knew then that…
Saraciea Fennell: “The Black Girl Survives in This One” Is the Representation I Didn’t See in Horror Books
