Reporter: You were one of only three survivors of what they’re now dubbing the Quinceañera Massacre; how does that feel?
Araceli: That’s pretty f-BLEEP- racist. It wasn’t a quince; we’re all twenty. You know, a bunch of Latinas can get together without it being a f-BLEEP- quinceañera. It was just a party.
Reporter: So, you feel rage?
Araceli: Well, I’m pissed all my friends are dead, you dumb bit-BLEEP-.
Reporter: And you are grateful to be alive?
Araceli: Doy.
Reporter: If it’s okay to ask, how were you able to finally subdue the killer?
Araceli: Well, that guy was busy putting Melinda, who was dead, in the pantry. I think he wanted it so that her dead body would fall on us if we opened it.
Reporter: Uh-huh.
Araceli: Yeah, some real horror movie sh-BLEEP-.
Reporter: Uh-huh.
Araceli: Yeah, so, um, when he was busy doing that, I beat him in the head with a cast-iron skillet. It was like the movie Tangled, but with more pieces of skull flying around.
Reporter: Wonderful. Some are calling you a hero.
Araceli: Okay.
Reporter: Are you at all worried that this experience was a bit like a horror movie and it might have a sequel?
Araceli: Why would you even ask that sh-BLEEP-? Stupid!
The reporter held her finger against her ear.
Reporter: Hold on. I am getting word that the ambulance containing the killer’s body has gone missing.
Araceli: You f-BLEEEEEP- serious?
Reporter: Unfortunately-
Araceli: Uh-uh, bye. I’m driving to Disneyworld.