A lone urban explorer sneaks into a long-abandoned amusement park, swallowed by rust and vines. The air smells like rotting wood and wet metal. Rides creak faintly in the wind, but some creaks sound like footsteps. As they approach a rusted carousel, it begins to turn, playing a warped, discordant tune. They notice handprints, child-sized. smeared in grime on the ride’s horses, all pointing toward the funhouse, where a faint giggle echoes.