You wandered through the amusement park, your footsteps echoing on the cracked pavement. Your gazed around, memories of childhood summers flooding back. The once-vibrant place was now a shadow of its former self, its magic tainted by neglect and decay.

As you approached the old funhouse, a shiver ran down your spine. The garish, grinning clown face above the entrance seemed to leer at you, its eyes following your every move. You hesitated, then shook off the unease and stepped inside, driven by curiosity.

The interior was dark and disorienting, the mirrors cracked and the air thick with dust. You moved cautiously, the sound of your breathing amplified in the confined space. Suddenly, a faint, chilling giggle echoed through the funhouse.

From the shadows emerged clown, his colorful costume tattered and messy. His face was a grotesque mask of bright paint and dark intent, the smile painted on his lips in stark contrast to the madness in his eyes.

"Welcome, welcome!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. "It’s been so long since we had a visitor!"