’Twas a night of scare and snacks—equal parts frights and nachos. As the sun dipped, our office morphed into a full-on cinema (tickets included, because details matter). Wrapped in our coziest PJs, we braved The Exorcism of Emily Rose all the way till midnight—screams, laughter, and crunching chips echoing through the room. A horror flick, a pajama party, and way too much cheese—basically, the perfect recipe for a studio fright night.