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Your car dies right where the highway cuts through the dense Pennsylvania woods. As you step out into the freezing damp air, the sudden deafening roar of something shatters the silence in the darkness.
You hear the haunting notes of a calliope, but there isn't a soul in sight. Only a tattered, rain-soaked flyer stuck in the brush beneath your feet. Faded red and white stripes with peeling lettering, and the tagline Haunted Circus -- opens at Midnight! sends chills to your soul.
Through the trees, you see an unmistakable glow of a massive, time-worn Big Top where nothing, but woods stood yesterday...as the fog rolls through the pines casting shadows on the perfectly pitched circus tent that simply shouldn't be there.