The Abandoned Carnival

In the shadow of an abandoned carnival, the masked figure crouched, a sparkler fizzing menacingly in his gloved hand. His mask’s neon X eyes glared through the suffocating darkness, stitched mouth twisted in eternal silence. Those who wandered too close whispered of glowing eyes stalking the desolate grounds, a haunting flicker against the moonless night.

As the spark dimmed, the air thickened with the stench of burnt ozone. Suddenly, the ground cracked beneath him, glowing crimson veins snaking outward. He vanished into the chasm without a sound, leaving the sparkler smouldering.

Legend says, he waits below, hunting souls to replace his own.