As the Witching Hour approaches the carnival finally winds down and the fairgrounds grow silent. Only sparse pockets of people remain as you finish off the last of your cotton candy.  You smile as you think of the excitingly long day of rides, games, shows, and tasty treats. While walking amid the quiet of the warm breezy early autumn night you notice a mysterious large black tent with golden glitter on it. It’s odd you never spotted it during the day as you roamed about the fantastic fair. Now the moonlight is making it apparent for some reason. The tent lies near the tree line of the dark woods on the edge of the carnival grounds.  It draws you closer with a mysterious metaphysical magnetism. Earlier a fortune teller had told you, “Your destiny lies under the cloak of glittering darkness.” So naturally, your curiosity gets the best of you!🎡

Curiosity Killed The Cat!

You foolishly enter into the large dark canopy lit only by a small lantern hanging from the ceiling.  You see a large metal freight container marked, “DO NOT ENTER!” on it. Consumed by a sugar rush of excitement you grab the lantern and open the creaky metal doors. The claustrophobic container is tall enough to comfortably walk in. Within the dim light, you observe several unmarked wood crates that don’t pique your interest. However, in the very back is a small orange-trimmed box with bloody red writing on it that simply says, “Toys”.  You can definitely feel that it’s the source of the mysterious magnetism that drew you here! As you open the lid a sulfuric stench-ridden wind rips through the freight container causing the metal doors to slam shut thereby scaring the ever-loving hell out of you!  Although that was nothing compared to the spine-chilling clown jester who suddenly springs up in front of you like a jack in the box from the very bowels of hell itself! Read The Whole Story On Our Halloween Blog…🤡