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Tired of boring family entertainment? Crave something with a little more... BITE? Then you've stumbled into the right corner of the cursed internet!
The official archive of America's most terrifying carnival family!
The Barlows - Purveyors of Pain and Popcorn Since 1959!
/// EMERGENCY BROADCAST ///
Last confirmed sighting: REDACTED, 1968
A family of four with white-painted faces was spotted near Chimera Lake, Utah. Three hikers went missing that weekend. Search parties found only a single red shoe and traces of carnival makeup on the trees.
Status: ACTIVE?
INTRODUCING, the one and only, Crimson Carnival, run by the loving, laughing, and LETHAL Barlow family. They toured the forgotten highways of America in the 1960s, leaving behind a trail of sawdust, screams, and... well, let's just say the cleanup crews needed strong stomachs.
This here website? It's a monument! A museum! A mess! Dug up from corrupted hard drives and dusty evidence lockers. It tells their story... or what fragments remain.
Last setup site - Is that a face in the shadows?
Back of big top - stain wouldn't wash out
What horrors await within?
- Twisted History: Learn how Ma and Pa Barlow found love, raised little monsters, and turned greasepaint into a mask for madness. (Click if you dare!)
- The Crimson Trail: Pore over the gruesome evidence! Newspaper clippings, police reports, whispers from those who saw too much... (Not for the faint of heart!)
- ///CLASSIFIED///: Some secrets run deeper than bloodstains. What did Uncle Sam know? What experiments went wrong? (ACCESS RESTRICTED - PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION)
FROM THE JOURNAL OF AGENT D. CARROLL
Day 41 of surveillance: The face paint is odd. Chemical analysis shows compounds unknown to science. The children's blood work is... impossible? Cellular mutation beyond anything we've ever seen. The "games" they play with their "volunteers" seem to accelerate the mutations. The "performances" might be some form of ritual, possibly designed to stabilize their condition.
Without regular "feedings," their physical forms begin to destabilize. It is almost as if they feed off the screams of their victims. Dr. Finch (as wacky as he is) theorizes interdimensional properties. I don't know what else to think. I'm almost convinced.
Tomorrow I approach as a potential roustabout. If I don't report back in 72 hours, assume the worst and implement Protocol Echo-7.
Agent Carroll was never heard from again.
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(The cotton candy sometimes had... fillings. Crunchy.)
Look for "remnants.html" - Some pages were never meant to be found. The truth lies in code or perhaps, worth the wait.
STOP.
You saw the pictures. You clicked the links.
This isn't entertainment. It's an OPEN WOUND.
Turn back before the laughter gets inside you.