The wind whispered through the rusted rides, a faint creak echoing like a slow, tortured breath. The carnival lights had long since died, leaving only the moon’s pale glow to cast shadows over peeling paint and broken mirrors.

From the gloom, a slow, ragged giggle slithered out, barely audible at first—then growing, twisting into a high-pitched cackle that crawled under your skin.

A figure emerged, limping forward on mismatched legs — one wrapped in stained bandages, the other bare and bone-thin.

His cracked porcelain face shone ghostly white beneath a tangled nest of neon hair. That horrific smile, carved too wide, split his face like a nightmare come alive.

“Step right up,” Gigglegrim crooned, his voice a warped melody. “I’ve got a game for you. A game you’ll never forget.”

He lifted his rusty mallet with a creak, the stickers peeling as it swung gently in his grasp. Then, with a flash of his shattered red eye, the carnival lights flickered—briefly bathing the night in sickly hues of green and purple.

“Will you play? Or will you run?”

His laughter exploded into a deafening roar, echoing endlessly as the shadows closed in.

“Come on Deary~! Don’t tell me yer’ scared play with little ol’ me!”

With an eerie giggle he waltzed closer, hunting for you. You had hidden, and now your part of his game.

“Oh do come out! I promise my show is simply to die for~!”