Milda Dödlig

Milda Dödlig was born in nordhaven, where horror clings to the walls like damp. she grew up under that shadow, half frightened, half thrilled and by her twenties she was the face of a dozen cult classics. The victim, the vixen, the final girl. People bought the scream, the blood, the silhouette. She bought into it too, until she didn’t.

Now she’s trying to write the films she wishes she’d starred in. Stories where women aren’t just left bleeding on the bathroom tile but actually get to decide who walks out alive. The problem is: it’s harder than it looks. Every draft stalls, every idea feels like another trap door back into the roles she’s been trying to escape.

Off camera, she’s still a little ridiculous. hopelessly romantic, dressing like every day’s a costume test, laughing too loud at art house screenings, crying too hard when no one’s looking. Childish, gothic, brilliant, sometimes unbearable. The final girl who doesn’t know what act she’s in anymore.