What’s your most memorable Halloween experience?

My most memorable Halloween? Marrying my first husband. Forget vampires—they come and go, but he was a full-time horror show. The ceremony was spooky, the cake suspiciously lopsided, and the vows felt like curses. Who needs haunted houses when your groom can make a room go colder than a crypt? At least vampires sparkle. He just lectured about bills and manners. True terror isn’t immortal—it’s matrimony.

Tell us why you would make it to the end of a horror movie.

The house is silent, heavy with death, but I am still here. Fear does not break me—it sharpens me. While others ran, I learned to move in the dark, to listen when instinct whispers. Monsters feed on panic, but I have none left to give. I stalk where it thinks I hide, I strike where it thinks I cower. At the end, when the screen fades to black, I will remain—bloodied, scarred, unbroken. I am not prey. I am the last one standing.

What would you do with the unlucky $13,000?

I would put some money down on a creepy patch of woods in the forests of Washington State , where I'd host a year round haunted house, Ghost hunting adventures and creepy Bonfires.

Who is your real-life hero who you would want to survive a horror movie with?

I’d love to survive a horror movie with Giulia Tofana. Any monster, killer, or annoying ghost daring to hurt us? Gone. Poof. Laced, slow, or swift, she’d make sure it never breathes another second near us. I’d watch from a safe corner, popcorn in hand, while she handles every threat like a pro. Survival would be easy, terrifying, and hilarious—the ultimate deathly insurance policy with a wicked grin.