Holly Go Darkly is a burlesque dancer with a passion for horror films. So if she doesn’t become the Bride of Creepy, at the least she’s booked for the bachelor party. Stalk her on Facebook here.

About her: It’s been said they saved William Castle’s brain and we know it to be true: One stormy night in the basement of the haunted honkytonk on the edge of town, they put that brain into a girl made from bits of showgirls, flappers, dames, dolls, and molls. Fed with electricity and a steady diet of horror films, musicals, and the souls of men, that girl became…Holly Go Darkly.

For the ultimate creepy date she’d go to: I can’t think of a better way to start a date than a picnic at Hollywood Forever.

In a horror film, she’d most likely be: The hostess introducing the film.

Her ideal funeral: Assuming that I am not burned to ashes in a torch wielding townspeople related castle fire, and that is not a safe assumption. I think my funeral would be a parade of sideshow performers, still lost generationers, and Carmen Miranda impersonators heading to the top of a lonely hill. Once there everyone dance and throw my creditors and the people who limit characters when they ask me to write things, off the highest edge, to their doom.

Who is the sexiest horror icon ever? BORIS mother fuckin’ KARLOFF.

Tell us about your creepiest Los Angeles moment: I worked in the Beverly Center for a year. If mall work isn’t creepy, I don’t know what is.