DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO WALK THE WOODED TRAIL OF THE CARNIVAL ALONE AMIDST THE SPECTERS OF DEATH THAT SURELY WAIT FOR YOU?

As you approach, you hear the organ grinder’s tune, the smell of burnt flesh and popcorn mingling in the autumn air.  Two old men speak nearby, talking of the festival nearby.  Originally known as the “Carnivale de mort” in the old country, the group of cut-throats, rapists, and thieves crossed the Atlantic long ago to wreak havoc across the newfound states.  Their journey ended, but the breath of evil lingers on the remains of their final encampment.  Some say you can still see the nefarious Dragomanovich brothers, Yappo and Zappo, waltz arm in arm between the rotted planks that once marked the entrance to the grand and bloody “Big Top.”

If you are able to find your way past the spectral carnies, you will have seen:

  • The brothers Dragomanovich in all their deathly splendor!
  • Dozens of twists and turns in a natural, secluded forest trail, far enough away from the park so that no one can hear you scream!
  • The odd, the strange, the bizarre, and the terrifying creatures that dwell behind the trees!