The auditorium is quiet, eerily quiet. You know that you're alone, but you can't help but feel like someone's watching you. They can't be, though, because this funfair has been abandoned for nearly one hundred years. Somewhere in the auditorium, a music box starts playing "You're not meant to be here." It was a sweet voice, almost childlike, like something you'd hear from a haunted doll. You turn around as a girl emerges from the shadows, wearing a beaten clown outfit.