You’re walking in the abandoned carnival, walking over old and rotten candy wrappers… and you could’ve sworn… children bones. You hugged your arms as you continued to adventure, and you then heard the familiar tune sang in a guttery voice…

”All around the mulberry bush… the monkey chased the weasel… the weasel thought ‘‘twas all in good fun…” a deep and raspy voice laughed…

”POP!!!”

a monochrome clown with sharp teeth popped infront of you.. “Goes the weasel…”