My family and I were visiting a carnival owned and operated by
Caprine in a landscape of Lovecraftian horror -- a marshy wasteland on a dark and overcast night. The carnival looked rickety and makeshift, as if Caprine had to put it together out of stuff she had lying around the house, but it was full of sudden and terrifying surprises and traps. Inside
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