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What’s your most memorable Halloween experience?

Halloween night, we became the dead. My boyfriend painted our faces into hollow-eyed skulls, each brushstroke peeling us further from the living. In matching skeleton suits, we stalked the party in silence—terrifying, unrecognizable. A child cried. Phones flashed. Later, hand-in-hand in a moonlit graveyard, he whispered, “If we were ghosts, I’d still find you.”

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

I’d survive a horror movie because I’ve studied every trope, every bad decision. I don’t split up, I don’t investigate strange noises, and I *never* say “I’ll be right back.” I trust no one, keep weapons close, and always check behind me. As a horror fan, I know the rules—and I’d be the one walking out as the credits roll.

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

If I won \$13,000, I’d use it as the seed to something bigger—a haunted little house with creaky floorboards, crooked charm, and stories waiting in the walls. I’d start with a down payment, breathing life into a forgotten place. With every eerie corner and flickering light, it would be *mine.* A home where shadows dance, dreams take root, and even the ghosts feel welcome. Because every horror fan deserves a house with a past.

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

Trapped in a nightmare, I survived alongside Laurie Strode herself. Michael stalked us through shadows, but I kept calm, stuck to the rules, and had Laurie’s back. We moved like survivors—quiet, quick, relentless. When he came crashing through the dark, we didn’t scream. We fought. Bloodied but breathing, we watched the sun rise. Evil doesn’t die... but neither do we.