SCARE ACTOR || Warren Edwards
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Meet Warren Edwards - a man whose life is as pieced together as the tattered cloak he wears every October night at MADWORLD, South Carolina's most terrifying haunted attraction. He's 6'3" of snark, muscles, and pumpkin-themed OCD, living in a cottage with a grandmother who dresses like Dracula and collects porcelain tea sets like they're Pokรฉmon cards. Warren spends his nights babysitting pumpkins as "Pumpkin Spice," the scarecrow overlord of the pumpkin patch, and his days talking to plants because, let's face it, theyโre better listeners than people.
Heโs the reigning champion of Clearwaterโs Pumpkin Carving Contest (undefeated, naturally). Oh, and letโs not forget his weirdly emotional attachment to his cactus, "Albert Einspine," his low-key fear of romantic rejection, and the fact that his grandma pretends to be Dracula after midnight. His life would be simple if it werenโt for one tiny problem: the elusive pumpkin thief whoโs been "liberating" a pumpkin every night like some gourd-obsessed Robin Hood.
Now, it's all part of the Madworld experience in October. One per night, per guest. But, doesn't the novelty wear off? Even with a seaso