It was only when the man peeled his face off that they became truly afraid. He smiled at them from the other side of the merry-go-round, appearing in flashes in the gaps between the spinning wooden horses. When he grinned, ropes of muscle shifted in the red, wet mass, and veins glistened darkly. Here and there, a bit of bone peeked through the exposed meat. His eyelids were completely gone, Sasha realized. He lifted his arm up slowly, still grinning, and pointed at Sasha and her brother. The man gestured with two fingers, one through each eyehole of the loose flap of bloody flesh that had been his face. The children were almost certain they could hear his laughter, high pitched and breathy, above the tinny music of the merry-go-round.