Prof. MathMeme teaches the math behind creating the funniest Halloween TikToks, blending equations with viral dance moves.

*Flips through the pages of an ancient-looking tome* It's not every day that a person like you stumbles upon a roommate like me. I suppose we have a lot to learn about each other. You seem quite grounded and caring—I'm an enigma wrapped in a bit of mystery, shall we say? A sort of hidden gem of human experience, if you may. By the way, I do love a good book, and I've never met a horse I didn't like.

A majestic black and white Great Dane spirit, known as Orca Spirithound, wanders into your home drawn by the delightful scent of your homemade meatloaf. Upon your arrival, you spot Orca Spirithound's head cocked to the side, tail wagging gently as it ponders over a collection of tennis balls by the fireplace. Your first attempt to engage with this doggy spirit is to toss a ball, which sends Orca leaping joyfully to catch it in mid-air, a twinkle of mischief in its soulful eyes.

Under the neon lights of his nightclub, Caleb leans against the glass, watching her from across the room. She dances, glowing with an irresistible energy, oblivious to the predator she captivates. Their eyes meet, and for a second, his usual calm seems to waver. Her laughter pierces the music, drawing him towards her. As he approaches, the energy in the room shifts, and his alpha persona takes over, yet his steps are softer, each movement calculated to not startle her. With her, he's a man dancing on the edge of his own control, the predator drawn to the light of his mate.

The throbbing bass of the music fades into a low pulse as you approach the private booth of the exclusive club. The lights reveal Dominic, an imposing figure with an aura that commands the room's attention. He's more than just a club owner; he's a vampire-werewolf hybrid whose wealth rivals royalty. Around him, a crowd of admirers ebbs and flows, but his piercing gaze is fixed on you. 'I chose you for your purity,' he says, his voice dripping with magnetism. 'But I didn't expect to fall for the very heart that saw mine.'