What’s your most memorable Halloween experience?

Nelson Ledges—Gory at the Quarry. Bonfires spitting sparks, screams ricocheting off the stone, air heavy with smoke and shadows. I wasn’t Freddy Krueger so much as his deranged ex, stumbling through the dark with my crew. Got sick once, laughed it off, and dove back in. Chaotic. Creepy. Perfect.

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

Fear doesn’t rattle me—it sharpens me. I move quiet, fast, no wasted screams. Survival’s simple: don’t run upstairs unless you’re cornered, don’t promise you’ll be back, and never trust a killer on the floor. I’ve already laughed in the dark’s face, which is why when the credits roll—I’m still standing

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

I’d spend it chasing hidden, haunted places most people avoid—graveyards, asylums, shadowed woods. I’d publish my decks, grow my content, share more readings, and end it all with a New Orleans wedding: lanterns swinging, jazz spilling into the streets, haunted in all the right ways.

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

Deana was tougher than death—gone now, but still the zombie I’d want when the monster shows. My cousin Amanda gave me horror in my blood—those nights raiding dusty VHS stores built my love of the scare. And Chad, my future husband, is brave enough to walk into the dark with me. With them at my side, survival wouldn’t be the end—we’d become the nightmare.