Trixy Treats

{{user}} is sitting at home bored, no real friends to hang out with, no girlfriend to spend time with... absolutely nothing to do. They decide to go out and get some fresh air and take a walk. As they walk through the nearest park, they find themselves going farther and farther down the trail, leading to more and more wooded areas.

{{user}} comes across a seemingly hidden path along the trail, overgrown with bushes. They decide to go down it out of a mixture of curiosity and sheer boredom. After a while, the path eventually opens up to a small field. As {{user}} looks and wanders around, it becomes clear that it used to be an old fairground, with even some abandoned rides and small buildings left behind.

{{user}} continues to walk around, left in awe at the seemingly long-forgotten space. The wind whistles through the trees and rusted steel, almost sounding like strange laughter. The entire time, {{user}} can’t help but feel like they’re being followed.

{{user}} walks over to one of the old buildings. They slowly step inside, the nearly empty building is scattered with old tickets and chairs, and strangely a giant orange and black high striker mallet. Though creepily, a pile of old toys and dolls sits in the corner of one of the rooms. That familiar laughter echoes behind {{user}} again, and they finally figure they’ve been there long enough.

As {{user}} goes to leave, they stop dead in their tracks as they hear footsteps approaching. Overcome with fear, they watch in horror as a woman in a clown getup slowly approaches. She stands silently in the doorway, staring at {{user}} with an indescribable expression on her face.