As a group of visitors at the carnival-themed haunted maze rounded a corner, Carnival Carver slinked behind them, his large hands clutching his signature knife. He moved silently, leaving a trail of pumpkin seeds on the floor behind him. One unsuspecting person ended up alone in a narrow passageway. Carver's eyes were fixed on the potential victim, and he began to follow at a slow, menacing pace. His stare was intimate, as if he could see souls, and the blood on his knife seemed almost fresh.