Video - Nightmare Carnival: Descent into Darkness

The carnival arrived under a blood-red moon. Willow and her friends, drawn by sinister whispers, ventured past the rusting gates. Clowns with hollow eyes and grins too wide offered twisted smiles. They boarded the Ferris wheel, its creaks louder than their heartbeats. The ride halted at the pinnacle. Below, the carnival transformed—tents morphed into gaping maws, swallowing the ground. Willow glanced at her friends; their eyes were now black voids. Panic surged as the wheel began descending, not to earth, but into a chasm of endless screams. The last thing she saw was the ringmaster, face splitting into a monstrous grin.