Haunted Carnival

In the pools of dead still water, you see the red and white reflection of a tired old tent. Perhaps its closed doors really shouldn’t be opened. Weary of the broken horses and the rickety track, you try not to look at that wide, toothy grin. It belongs to a face with eyes shut tight, but you feel as though you are being watched. That murmur you heard before is getting louder and louder. And that mist looks as if it’s moving towards you. This forgotten fun town wants you to stay… it wants you to ignore your fears and come and play.