Fright Club

Huge haunted hugs to our ghoulishly gifted gang who kept the magic (and mayhem) alive all night!

👻 Ryan, as our dearly departed ghost slash janitor Jeff! Mopping floors, scaring mortals, and emotionally damaging our host since curtain call.
🎤 Jenny, our backup banshee, hitting harmonies so high the spirits stopped wailing just to listen.
🎸 Gavin on bass, making the floor shake harder than a séance gone wrong.
🥁 Reh on drums, keeping the undead heartbeat going.
🎸 Fred on guitar, shredding like his soul depended on it (spoiler: it did).

This spooky little family kept the house rocking, the ghosts grooving, and the audience absolutely possessed with joy.

Step right up, sinners and sweethearts! as Penny Twisted and the Freak Show turned the stage into a carnival straight from your nightmares (and your browser history).

She sang like a siren, strutted like a ringmaster possessed, and somehow made “mild psychological distress” look fabulous. The lights were flashing, the clowns were crying, and honestly? So was I, but for different reasons.

It was chaos. It was camp. It was everything your therapist warned you about.

When Lunar Lucas and the Lycans hit the stage, it started as a classy moonlit serenade… and ended in full-blown furry fabulousness.

He crooned Moon River, howled through Thriller, and by Hungry Like the Wolf, the audience was ready to toss him a raw steak and a phone number.

It was suave, spooky, and just the right amount of WTF did I just watch? Exactly how we like it.

From our haunted hearts to yours — Happy Halloween, ghouls, and glamazons! May your night be full of screams, glitter, and at least one poor soul wondering if your outfit was “a costume or a lifestyle.” (Spoiler: it’s both.)

When .kelly as Baba Yaga slithered onto the stage, the room went dead silent. And then absolutely feral. Our forest siren of seduction turned the stage into an infernal fairytale, proving that even witches know how to shake it ‘til the spirits scream.

Equal parts hex and s*x, she brewed a burlesque so hot it could melt the frost off a chicken-legged hut. Every move dripped with dark magic, every glance cast a curse you wanted to be under.

Mummy Dearest rose from the crypt, looking like he just walked off the runway of the underworld! Wrapped, snatched, and ready to slay. From Gaga to Muse, he served vocals hotter than the Egyptian sun and enough sparkle to blind the gods themselves.

He wasn’t just singing. He was resurrecting pop perfection with every note. Glam? Off the charts. Sass? Eternal. Band? Killer.

The galaxy trembled when .garv as Jupiter Star Dust and the Non-Believers took the stage. One minute, we were watching a show. The next, we were caught in a supernatural disco somewhere between heaven, hell, and hyperspace.

Her voice hit like a meteor, her presence burned brighter than a dying star, and every note felt like a spell cast straight from the cosmos. The Non-Believers held the ritual down while Jupiter summoned the kind of magic that makes even the undead wanna get up and shake their bones.

Did you catch our frightfully fabulous night with the one and only .santini as Spookela Hauntini?!

The boos were loud, the spirits were high, and the audience was absolutely dying for more.

From blood-curdling screams to killer heels, she served wickedness with a wink and a whole lotta sass. The haunt was hot, the makeup was melting, and let’s just say the undead weren’t the only ones rising from the grave tonight.

To everyone who came out to scream, laugh, and lose their mortal souls for a few hours — you made her dark little heart skip a beat.

To all you ghouls, goblins, and glittering degenerates, THANK YOU for haunting our Halloween show! You made it wicked, weird, and wonderful. Now go rest in pieces… until next year.

And hey! If you caught any killer photos or videos from the night, tag us or slide into our DMs so we can share your spooky masterpieces on our page!