The Clock Strikes 5:00

The Clock Strikes 5:00

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Alarm, a graphics designer at a town in New Orleans, LA, slept at her apartment after another boring day at work. Friendly with everyone who lived nearby, she had a stable life. That's until she had a 'dream' she would never wake up from. A colorful carnival. She thought it was just another lucid dream. That's until the residents told her that it wasn't what is seemed. When she ignored them, the carnival turned from a delight to all, to a murderous wasteland. Did the other objects know, or did they soon come to their demise?
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They thought it was just a night of fun. They were wrong. When a group of friends visits a lively carnival in a remote town, they expect a night of thrills and laughter. But as they step into the Room of Mirrors, things take a dark turn. In one of the mirrors, they catch a glimpse of something horrifying-a sinister clown with black, soulless eyes, razor-sharp teeth dripping with blood, and wild, dark blue hair that seems to move on its own. Before they can react, the lights flicker and then plunge them into darkness. When the lights come back on, the friends find themselves alone. The once-bustling carnival is now eerily silent and deserted. As they try to find their way out, they realize that the carnival is not just abandoned-it's a trap. The twisted clown is more than just a reflection; he's real, and he's hunting them. The mirrors were just the beginning of his deadly game, and now, there's no escape. Will they make it out alive, or will they become the latest victims of the clown's twisted domain? Welcome to the carnival. Once you enter, you can never leave. TW Profanity Death / murder (bit gory)

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