(there's a whoosh of air and suddenly peppy band music starts to play. people are singing, almost like a chorus. a haunting, overly cheerful chorus) dark skies and bright lights swirl in the dead of night what are you searching for? only a clue, nothing more the mystery of the stalls the never ending calls trapped in a loop of a maze covered by the midnight haze who goes there? the missing people where? only the mystery cabin knows where the secret goes search through the clues ignore all meant to confuse the market is meant for fun! (the people quiet down, circling you in a grave down. upon further inspection, they seem very pale and almost dead looking. they no longer sing, and begin in a low chant) only if you can outrun what lies deeper down terrorizing our town taking our people away the dead trees never stopping to sway our market what once was our market gone at dawn run or be done (the chorus has faded as a piercing scream fills the air, followed by a thump and a plume of dusty smoke. the people retreat into the cloud and disappear without a trace. gone, until morning comes again.) total: 203 words
