From a distance everything look right rides moving, music blasting. Stepping closer you smell freshly popped uneaten popcorn, See untouched plated full of food. Feel the loss of happiness, The emptiness. Rides are silently traveling down their tracks. No screams. No terror. The kids area is empty of giggles The innocence lost with the music still blasting, reminding you of time. Gates are closed, with an open sign still up