My love of Haunts started young, I was still in single digits when my uncle took me to my first and I remember walking through trying to understand why other children were afraid. I hadn’t been afraid of the movies I stayed up to watch, either, though. My Uncle recognized that my confusion and general bored air was because this child haunt didn’t scare me. That was when we went to the Haunted Corn Maze. That did the trick, I shrieked, and screamed, and loved every moment of it. Later I asked everyone I could how the made things work, how they knew when to jump out or just silently walk across a path in order to get people most. My childlike wonder over everything scary hasn’t diminished in over two decades and I’m pretty sure it never will.
In my day to day life I am a costume designer and seamstress, obstacle course racer, and work as many conventions as I can fit into my schedule (which is a lot.) I live in the greater Seattle Area up in the Pacific NorthWest, but was raised in the San Juan Islands way up on the border of Canada. If you haven’t heard of them, don’t worry, most people haven’t. Though you may have seen them if you ever watched Free Willy