Christopher Henderson was born in Streatham (UK) at the dawn of the 1970s, probably the weirdest decade there has ever been. He has haunted south London ever since.
His first career in writing (under a different name) concentrated on non-fiction, or at least on the shadowy outer edges of fact. Occasional forays into writing fiction garnered him a smattering of local and national awards, but for the most part his articles and books, published both traditionally and independently, specialized in folklore and real-life paranormal experiences.
That person is dead.
In this incarnation, Henderson writes fiction, and especially supernatural horror fiction, in defiance of a country, a world, and a modern era he no longer wishes to acknowledge.
