S6·E42 Let No Bannister Go Un-Cobwebbed with Trixie and Katya

Friends, fans, and fellow seekers of the sublime; it is I, Trixie Mattel. Lend me your trembling hearts, for the hour of All Hallows' Eve draws nigh, and with it, my home shall rise from shadowed mediocrity into gothic immortality. Upon my modest parcel of earth shall stand a citadel of candlelight and cobweb, a mausoleum of wonder where even the moon itself will pause to admire its own reflection. Let it be known, from the ocean to the valley, that I do not merely decorate. I consecrate, conjure, and summon the spirit of October itself to rest upon my dwelling. The wind shall whisper through animatronic ravens and even the bravest trick-or-treaters shall quiver with exultation at the majesty of my 12-foot-tall skeletons. And when the final jack-o’-lantern's flame eventually peters out, may it be said that I, in my boundless fervor for the season, did make the world, for one night at least, marvelously macabre.