Night-the carnival grounds are empty .Or are they? Laughter and screams float faintly on the wind. Echoes of the day's fairgoers-or cries of the damned, rising form Hell?At the carnival's core is the black carousel, whirling to a special rhythm that is almost a heartbeat. Its creatures seem alive in the flickering lights as they spin hypnotically past. And those who dare to ride are forever . changed.
Night-the carnival grounds are empty .Or are they? Laughter and screams float faintly on the wind. Echoes of the day's fairgoers-or cries of the damned, rising form Hell?At the carnival's core is the black carousel, whirling to a special rhythm that is almost a heartbeat. Its creatures seem alive in the flickering lights as they spin hypnotically past. And those who dare to ride are forever . changed.