I have always loved writing and can't remember a time when I didn't write.
If not actually writing I was usually creating stories to tell my sister. Luckily, she was happy to listen.
And if not doing either of those, I made up stories in my head. I still do.
An overheard snippet of conversation is often all it takes...
I like to explore the darkness, strangeness or unexpected behind apparent ordinariness.
The nice curtains that are drawn to hide a corpse on a rocking horse. That sort of thing.
But not so much blatant horror, rather the deeply unsettling sense of things being askew, unreliable, unsafe, and a little bit twisted.