The shutters slam when the inhabitants close them. In the distance, the flickering light of torches and lanterns accompanies the dissonant notes of flutes and accordions. The drums give rhythm to the march of the creatures whose colorful costumes hold the decaying flesh. The carnival of madmen is coming to your town, take your children home and don’t go out or you will be swallowed up by the soulless crowd and take your place in the middle of the procession.