Something is alive in the funhouse...something that has the form of a human, but not the face...something that feeds off the flesh and blood of young innocents...
Love is a puzzle. These are the pieces.
Where an ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship...
He sells death to the highest bidder! Buy or die!
In a world gone mad. Being insane is just a way to fit in
Fed up with the system. Ticked off at the establishment. And mad about... each other.
We dare you to go inside...
In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines...
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Who do you believe?
Evil is coming
When the Nightmare ends . . . the Terror begins
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