We passed by a section of the park dedicated to fair games. Bright red flashing signs hung from the entrance, enticing a few Ghosts to try their luck in the measly amount of time we had left. Prizes hung from the stalls, but instead of colorful stuffed animals and inflatable hammers, it was full of guns, knives, spiked baseball bats, and explosives waiting like trophies. Some of them already had blood on them.
