The Funhouse

Long before the House of Horrors claimed this place, a traveling carnival vanished into the night. Its broken midway, painted clowns, and endless games were pulled into the walls like a fever dream that refused to wake. Something older and hungrier found the chaos useful — a perfect mask of flashing lights, calliope music, and forced smiles that hide what truly waits in the dark. The games are rigged. The exits are lies. And the laughter that greets you is no longer human. Only by ending the show can the House finally release what it swallowed. Until then the midway keeps playing…and the audience has just noticed you’re here.