Step Right Up into the Twilight Zone

Suddenly, you notice that your hands are covered in a thick, tar-like substance, and no matter how much you wipe them on your clothes, it never comes off. The more you struggle, the more it spreads, creeping up your arms, sticky and suffocating. You feel a strange tug in your chest, pulling you towards a massive, distorted funhouse at the carnival's center, its entrance yawning open like a jagged, crooked mouth.