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As she ran through the room, the hair on the back of her neck raised, sweat dripping in the Louisiana heat. The carnie's cackling echos through the hallways as their steps get closer, sickles grinding along the concrete walls. Screams erupt from other rooms, the sound of ripping cloth and carnival music as overtones to Day's increasing pace. An ear piercing creak fills the hallway as a bloody and rusted door swings open. The gore drenched carnie shouts "Dinner time!"

"NOW it smells it."