It sits in the now overgrown woods. Once bright tents and awnings now covered with mold and shredded. Once lively booths full of rotting prizes. Stuffed animals whose fluff pours out their ripped sides, eyes falling off around sagging noses. Deflated balls and fishbowls with little skeletons in them. The metal of the rides is rusted and bent, the ferris wheel is close to crashing down and the tilt-a-whirl’s cars have almost all toppled to the side. The roller coaster sags, a car hanging precariously off the side. The food vendor stands contain mummified hot dog buns and things long turned to unidentifiable sludge.

This is not where the story starts however, but where it ends. This theme park used to be the largest around this area and people would come from all over to visit. It was loud and bright and full of the smell of carnival food. Until something very bad happened. Something that stopped the park in time, left it and everyone who was there that day to rot.