Hailing from Panorama City, this Bride of Creepy candidate is a teacher by day, and vampire lusting after Vincent Price by night. Click that Facebook “like” button if you think she deserves an A.
About her: I’m a teacher by day, and a blood sucking vixen by night. interests include gore, exploitation, tits, beer, and cheese. I enjoy the finer things in life like small dogs, dark corners, and a black wardrobe. I’m as sharp as a razor and cut as deep as one too. I don’t just cut close to the bone, I suck on the marrow.
For the ultimate creepy date she’d go to: The Musuem of Death
In a horror film, she’d most likely be: The hostess introducing the film.
Her ideal funeral: In the distance you hear the Ramone’s “Pet Cemetary”…open casket. Dressed in my Sunday’s finest. Corset, vinyl, face full of make-up, enough hairspray to enlarge the hole in the ozone. Dario Argento would be reading an Edward Gorey poem. The crowd would be weeping at this untimely death, car accident I presume. Then BAM… complete resurrection!!! We’re talking beaming lights, deathly disco, Skinny Puppy playing live… me rising from my coffin and screaming out “The Evil Herb never dies!!!!
Who is the sexiest horror icon ever? Vincent Price… Museum of Wax
Her creepiest Los Angeles moment: I went to my car in my parking garage and this man was eating an apple right by it, slumping in the corner. I asked him if he lived in the complex and to please not creep around my car…..he said he lived “on top” of it, com apartment building. I said “ooookaaaay” and got into my car quickly. I ate his apple as I drove off. When I got back, there was a burn black figure in the corner where he was sitting. I’m convinced he was evil and exploded into a fire ball. I never saw him again but still hear noises on my roof as if someone is running across it.