Step inside the madness. In this episode, we descend into the twisted domain of Snuggles—a performer whose terrifying presence at Woods of Terror is only matched by the passion that drives him. Beneath the smeared paint and grotesque smile lies a heart dedicated to the art of the scare. Every scream, every lunge, every chilling stare has meaning. This is more than just a costume. It’s a calling. We explore how he built his legacy one nightmarish step at a time, and how this craft became not just performance—but purpose. This isn’t just another haunt actor. This is a master at work. Welcome to Snuggles’ domain. You won’t come out the same.

This new episode is about confronting the weight of creation. It’s about how art made from blood makes people nervous but it also forces people to feel something real again. It’s about the way Vincent turns trauma into legacy. He walks right into his shadows and comes back with a masterpiece that can’t be faked. He takes the thing most people hide and uses it as the source of truth.

This episode isn’t sensational. It’s vulnerable. It’s uncomfortable. It’s human.

There’s this quiet power in hearing him speak plainly about why he does what he does. Not to shock. Not to offend. But because the soul deserves a medium that can’t lie. A medium that can’t be separated from the person who lived the pain.

This is what The Dark Carousel Podcast does when it’s at its best. You tap into the secret pulse beneath the haunt world. You find the ones who have carved something true out of all the things most people bury.

Vincent didn’t show you theatrics.

He showed you blood as memory.

Blood as ink.

Blood as proof we’re here.

🎠The carousel will never stop spinning.🎠

He has been haunting for ten years but his heart truly lives inside Brighton Asylum. There are haunters who enjoy the season and then there are haunters who are built from it. Frankie is built from it. He drives two hours just to step into that place and he does it because he feels connected to those rooms in a way that goes beyond convenience or timing. It has become part of who he is. Brighton Asylum is not just a haunt to him. It is a piece of his identity. He even has merch there which means his character is not only alive in the haunt world but recognized inside the place that he calls home.

Sitting with him was not just an interview. It felt like speaking with someone who gives himself fully to the craft. It felt like hearing the heartbeat of someone who understands what it means to bleed passion into a character and then step into the dark to give that passion to the guests. His dedication is rare. His fire is real. And it was a true honor to spend time learning what drives him to keep returning year after year. Frankie reminds us that haunting is not simply a performance. It is devotion. It is love for the scare. It is a promise you make to yourself to show up even when the world is heavy.

I walked away from this conversation believing even more in the power of this community. Frankie is the type of haunter who keeps the nightmare alive.

🎠This carousel never stops spinning 🎠