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The rusty turnstile clicks before you even touch it. A wind you cannot feel whips the tattered canvas of the marquee, revealing a neon sign that buzzes with sicky green light: The Carnival of Nightmares. You did not buy a ticket. You do not remember walking this way. But the skeletal barker at the gate just smiled, tipped his top hat, and whispered your name...
This is no ordinary Carnival; it is a living trap where the attractions feed on your deepest fears. Step Inside...if you Dare.