Anyone who knows me would say how much of a wussy wuss pants I am. I hate gore, can’t stand tension, and still have nightmares. Things that have only gotten worse as I’ve aged. (Hands up if you too get stress induced nightmares? Fun, eh?)

Yet, I still love folk horror. 

In fact, I only found out my likes - ominous forests, dark fairy tales, ancient rituals, witches and magic - were folk horror a few months ago. I don’t know if its because I’m Scottish and so much of our culture is dark, or if I truly am that delulu.