ATTRACTIONS

Count Zamale, patriarch of the Draven family and overseer of his Victorian estate, had absorbed himself into research of his ancestral roots. Secluded in his candle-lit library, buried in small mountains of historic tomes and disjointed genealogical accounts, what began as mere interest had spiraled into a manic obsession.

As days continued, Count Zamale departed his lavish manor on an unknown excursion, abandoning his wife and young daughter. They wept for him, but pressed on with daily life.

On rare occasions, they received increasingly frantic postage which became illegible and erratic in detail from him.

Always repeating “I am getting closer.”

Years later, under the watchful light of the moon, Zamale made his unannounced return home. Since his arrival, the Count, his family, every working hand of the Estate and even the Coachman seemed to have disappeared.

Now, his once illustrious manor has fallen into despair and ruin, the property overgrown, neglected and desolate, is now nothing more than a derelict shell that no one enters. In town, amongst the safety of numbers and in well-lit pubs, townsfolk whisper unholy suspicions of the Count, many mention “vampirism”. Some mariners have brought to port accounts from overseas that Count Zamale found just what he was looking for. These sources, however unreliable, all say the same thing: that within a subterranean chamber of an ancient estate, Count Zamale had indeed successfully traced his family roots, buried deep in the soil of the bloodthirsty undead.

Is this just folklore spun by parents to keep their kids safe from wandering to places they are not meant to be? Perhaps.
But if it’s just folklore, why on the darkest of nights is the air occasionally engulfed by screams from that dreadful and supposedly empty manor? And why have people gone missing…

Come, take it upon yourself to judge these mysteries. But beware, you will be bitten.

Those unlucky enough to visit Munch and Rowdy’s blood soaked barn never, ever leave…well, not in one piece.

These two cannibalistic brothers are self-called “master chefs”, always serving up only the best for their clan. Their static television set is constantly replaying endless cooking show episodes for inspiration and anticipation of their upcoming feasts.

From the dim interior of their splintery barn, these two miscreants labor night and day to provide authentic barbeque, sourced from only the finest and freshest human flesh.
Munch and Rowdy do have their favorite meals which include mouth-watering mystery meat burgoo, a scrumptious “toe” jam, a savory colon kabob, mortal mutton, and a very palatable shoulder stew. You may also find the occasional recipe sent over from Ma & Pa from stalker farms.

Nothing goes to waste here though no worries, leftovers go to the hounds.

Have a dead animal? No problem! Munch and Rowdy also dabble in taxidermy, and would love for you to meet Murry the Moose.

Are you hungry enough to finish all five courses, or will YOU be next on the menu at Cannibal Chaos?

Come one, come all, and come right in! The Ringmaster is all too eager to tear your ticket and pull you into the most dangerously grotesque show on earth!

YOU are the star as you venture through the Ringmaster’s myriad of crates and collectibles, freshly unloaded from the train. Feast on the vile concessions offered, but don’t look too close…just enjoy the deliciousness offered. Test your luck on the plethora of deranged games, where the line between winner and loser is nonexistent. Continue on, through the assortment of oddities, hand-picked and assembled by the Ringmaster, himself, from the most bizarre corners of the earth. Or, perhaps you will choose to have your (mis)fortune read, if you dare. If you are lucky enough, you might be chosen for a magic trick or two. Press forward, between the musty tents and into the backrooms, but be forewarned, the Bearded Lady accepts no callers in her changing room.

Gawk at fantastical freaks of the most unnatural kind. Guffaw at the calamity of unhinged clowns! Awe at the amazing animals, all of which are entirely too eager to be close to you.

Stop and stare, but do not linger for too long, for when the show is over…flee! Or you will find yourself in the center ring, the Ringmaster’s final act, the newest star of the Freak Show!