THE HISTORY OF HORROR

THE GHOTIC NOVEL 

1. Who invented the G.N? What was the title of the first G.N? When it was published?
2. Wich basic elements of horror do you remember from the introductory lesson?               Write a minium of ten. 
3. Choose one of the topics on DISCOVERING LITERATURE and write a post. 

THE PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR STORY 

1. Who is Edgar Allan Poe?
2. When and where was he born?
3. When was he famous for? 
4. Did he get married?
5. How did he die?
6. Name some of his most famous works. 

ALFRED HITCHCOCK 

1. What's his nickname? 
2. What was his most famous horror movie? 
3. What was his main contribution to horror? 

















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THE MESS OF MY LIFE

My life has become a nightmare. Yes, that's right. My life has never been a stable thing. In my childhood, I was someone happy, there were sad moments but there were also good moments. 

Everything would change more seriously when I was eleven years. I started to be sad everyday, and the teachers noticed it. And that's where the rollercoaster of emotions started. I fell in love for the first time, so they were constantly tears and laughing. My parents were often fighting. And they wanted to separate. My mother looked for a house, and then my parents both together moved from house. For me it turned a good thing because I had my best friend in the same town. And well, everything seemed to be ok. I finished primary with excellent notes. I spent the whole summer taking care of my brother about 8 hours a day, alone at home, and taking care of the house. So a big emptiness grew inside of me. 

I started high school very well, my parents were still fighting and I couldn't more. Once the police came home, and I ran away from home for about four days. And yes, with twelve years I cut myself for the first time. And at that age I knew I was in a depression. Also at that age I tried to kill myself a couple of times. I fell in love a second time, but, everything went to shit, and in the  secondary of school, I became cold, broken, and empty. So the self-harm was every day and I got into trouble with drug addicts guys. But the only thing I wanted was to die and I didn't know what to do, so every night I'd take pills to see if I was dying at once. And I had insomnia every day.  My notes fell sharply, and my parents get very angry with me. I started to stop eating, and I had no friends. 

So it was all horrible in my life. 

Until one day, my parents saw the cuts and punished me, and of course they took me to a doctor. And he told me that I had to go to a psychiatrist. At that time, my mother was diagnosed of "esquerosis múltiple", so it shook me very much. 

But well, I thought that nothing could go worse. 

I spent a stable summer. And when the school starts again, the problems did it too. I suffered bullying of my class, and I was absolutely alone. And I just stopped sleeping. Slept an hour or two, as much. And I was slowly dying, literally. 
My psychiatrist prescribed some medicines, which unfortunately made me a otherwise effect. And, instead of calming my dying desire, it made me want to kill myself even more. And there, the problems really started. Because, then they changed my medication and, obviously, they were very abrupt changes.

So I had a lot of weeks feeling bad, so on a cloud thursday in high school I tried to kill myself. 

And I was admitted to the hospital in Girona. I miss two months to class. Yet, I got very good grades. And I went back to spend another lonely summer. I went to Portugal one month. And well, I started school again. But this time I can not focus on anything, fortunately, I created a band own. In my house I am living a hell. 
My parents are going to separate, my mother spends her life out of the house drinking, and I'm here trying to stay ahead with this. My father is depressed and my brother is far from reality. 
No one will ever understand the pain I've come to feel.