What’s your most memorable Halloween experience?

Halloween at my parents’ house was pure terror—our yard, a maze of haunting scenes, ruled by a life-size Wolfman. Shadows danced to a sinister playlist, from Hitchcock’s suspense to the haunting “Come Little Children” as trick-or-treaters dared the driveway. Fog curled around their feet, lights flickered, and even my dad became part of the show—our first “victim,” stepping through the front door with a grin that said he knew he’d been caught in the spell.

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

I’d survive a horror movie because fear sharpens me. I know when to run, when to hide, and when to strike. Years of crafting haunted scenes taught me where shadows linger and how to use them. I’d move silent, watchful—never the one who trips or screams. I’d turn the villain’s game against them, luring them into their own trap. In the end, I wouldn’t just survive…I’d be the reason the credits roll.

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

First stop—banish the haunted vanity once and for all (sage, salt, maybe a séance). Then I’d pour the rest into transforming my yard into a full-blown scream-fest: towering animatronics, creeping fog, and sound effects that make your skin crawl. It’d be so terrifying, even the ghosts from that vanity might think twice before showing up.

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

The queen of Halloween—my mom. She’s the master of spooky strategy, and together we’d turn survival into an art form. We’d set the traps, cue the creepy music, and make the villain wish they’d picked another target. And of course, we’d swing by to grab my dad—because even in a horror movie, he’s showing up with the best one-liners and the getaway plan 😂