“Sweet Dreams Die Here.”

When Mad Hermy clawed his way back from the underworld, Briar Rose Manor was only the beginning. The chaos spread quickly, infecting dreams, warping reality—and conjuring a dark carnival from the ashes of forgotten fears.

At the blackened edge of the forest, where music plays backward and sugar rots on your tongue, rises the grotesque monument to madness:

Candy Land Freakshow—a circus not of joy, but of delirium. And at its heart: Mad Hermy himself, now the self-proclaimed Ringmaster of Reality.

Fueled by his underworld power and a burning desire to flip the world inside out, Hermy needed a new breed of tormentors. So he built them—in the image of your nightmares.

WELCOME TO THE FREAKSHOW CAST:

Mad Hermy – The Ringmaster of Reality

Once Dr. Michael Mayhem, now fully unhinged, Hermy orchestrates the Freakshow like a symphony of screams. With a top hat charred by hellfire and eyes that see your darkest memories, Hermy doesn’t just want chaos—he wants you to become it.

Putrid Pete – The Popcorn Corpse Clown

A rotting jester stitched together from dead performers and failed escapees. His laughter gurgles from a throat full of worms. He loves popcorn and jokes… especially the ones that end in screams.

“You smell that? That’s fear, frosted with failure!”

Pinky Pie – The Sweetheart of Suffering

Once a cheerful balloon artist, Pinky Pie was twisted by betrayal and turned into a smiling sadist. With scraggly hair and a razor-filled grin, she offers treats… that always bite back.

“Smile! It’s the last nice thing I’ll carve on your face!”

Trixie Sweets – The Candy-Coated Nightmare

She drips syrupy charm and venomous vengeance. Her dress is spun sugar, her eyes are black jellybeans, and she lures victims with lullabies dipped in poison. Trixie doesn’t chase—she savors.

“Every bite is a memory. Shall I chew yours slowly?”

Lester the Jester – The Stringless Marionette

Once a forgotten children’s toy, Lester was “awakened” by Hermy’s twisted magic. Half-human, half-toy, fully unhinged. He dances without strings, with limbs that snap and twist unnaturally.

“I don’t need strings… I’ve got screams to hold me up!”

THE EXPERIENCE:

At Candy Land Freakshow, guests don't just watch the show—they're dragged into it. Twisted carnival games play back at you. Cotton candy melts into tar. Mirror mazes show you not who you are… but what you'll become.

Each room, each tent, each act is a trial of terror, and those who don’t perform for the freaks become part of the attraction permanently.

This isn’t a circus of wonder…
This is the end of normal, a place where childhood dreams rot into waking nightmares.

And through it all, Mad Hermy watches.

Laughing.

Plotting.

Feeding on your fear.