A light fog descends on an amusement park lost in time. Out of the corner of your eye you think you see movement. You tell yourself it's just your imagination, but you look over anyway. The hair on the back of your neck starts to stand up and a chill runs down your spine as a shadowed silhouette stares back at you. Suddenly you hear disembodied voice come over the loud speakers that eerily says "Welcome to Jazzland."