Besides being quite the looker, this Bride of Creepy candidate also has her own blog, Upon a Midnight Dreary, dedicated to celebrating Halloween every day. With a keen eye for macabre fashion and jewelry, one can only wonder who she kills how she affords to stay so stylish.

About her: After escaping an asylum for the criminally insane, Dahlia Jane realized Los Angeles was the perfect city to hide her maniacal tendencies in plain sight. She is a wicked 27 year old writer, crafty witch and sometimes party girl who rarely emerges before dark. Known for stalking dark artists at galleries around the city and a predilection for random acts of piracy, Dahlia Jane takes delight in the world of the macabre.

For the ultimate creepy date she’d go to: The Redwood Bar and Grille.

In a horror film, she’d most likely be: The killer herself!

Her ideal funeral: After I die and my soul departs to Hell, I want my human remains to be cremated and for the ashes to be converted into black diamonds. The ashes are heated at extreme temperatures, turning the carbon of the ashes to graphite, and then pressed and heated again with a metal catalyst and a diamond seed crystal. The diamonds must then be set in a custom Ruby Crush skull ring (one of my absolute favorite jewelry designers) and worn as a memento mori. Diamonds are forever.

Who is the sexiest horror icon ever? Norman Bates.

Tell us about your creepiest Los Angeles moment: My friend and I were doing the backlot tour part of the Universal Studios Horror Nights in 2009 and she was less than delighted when a troupe of Norman Bates dressed as his mother descended upon her. “Dahlia, Dahlia!” she cried to me for help. The Norman Bates latched onto my name and several of them began to follow me, softly chanting, “Dahlia, Dahlia” over and over. It was practically pitch dark and the men cross-dressed as deceased old ladies gave me chills as they pursued me, relentlessly chanting my name, for what seemed like ages. It was the surreal stuff of nightmares.