Guests enter a small, dim room. It is filled with poorly-aging furniture of a long ago period, and the room is uncomfortably chilly, as if a deathly cold presence fills the air. Nearby, two huge dripping candles perched on long gilded posts do little to illuminate the gloom.
This room is but an opening for a passageway. This hallway, which is rather large and accessed through two steps upwards, is a long, dark, a dim hallway lined on both sides by doors. Flickering chandeliers don't help the murkiness. The hall stretches to oblivion, never ending, growing hazy as it fades to darkness. In the center of the hallway, a lit candelabrum hovers in midair, dancing around curiously.
Beckoning you to enter, but offering no end....
Back inside the chamber where the buggies are, a large suit of armor stands on a pedestal. But perhaps it is a trick of the light, or does he shift his weight slowly?
On the other side of the hall, amid dusty, molding, dead potted plants, an overstuffed velvet armchair rests. The design on the chair suggests a gruesome clownish face. Behind the chair a doorway has a curtain hung over it, the curtain opening into blackness. From the blackness comes a wind, billowing the curtains outward eerily. Moaning, screams, and shouts emit from the darkest corners of the room, and guests pass through a number of "cold spots" before passing under a curtained arch and out of that ghastly chamber.
Eternally awaiting its' master's return....
GHOST HOST: "We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps and hot-and-cold running chills... Shhhh - listen!"
To the right of the buggies a large conservatory comes into view. The glass is well preserved, but a few panels are cracked or broken. Much of the intricate stained glass has, thankfully, survived. The windows provide only a view of a fog-enshrouded landscape of desolate dead trees.
Nearby, a raven perches on a floral arrangement.
And there, sitting amid the flowers still somehow surviving in the conservatory, rests a casket on a table. The scene appears to be an abandoned funeral. Two candles rest on the casket, along with a spray. and yet the lid of the casket is being raised from within by a pair of skeletal hands! Two gruesome green bony hands are wrapped around the corners - never mind the rusty nails still in the lid - and raise it up into the air, while the occupant inside can be faintly heard:
"Let me out of here! Let me out of here!
A green glow emits from within.
The conservatory connects with a long, dim hallway, and the buggies continue down this hallway slowly. Hurricane-glass chandeliers hang from above, barley casting light over the walls. The entire hall is wallpapered in a grotesque print of leering demon faces.
The hallway is lined with locked doors to both sides, suggesting a guest hallway of some sort. And yet each and every door has come alive in the most horrible of ways! Doorknockers clank, door handles twist. muffled cries for help emanate from behind each door.
This plant does little to liven up the corridor
Other doors simply have pleading voices coming from within, and one is marked as, in a tongue-and-cheek detail, "EXIT". And yet the voices become slowly more insane and inhuman, degenerating into screaming and moaning, with the last door having a pair of yellowed skeletal hands clasped around it tightly, growling coming from the other side.
All the comforts of home.
This lamp rests at the end of the hallway
Guests enter a short room. The wallpaper changes here and the focal point is what appears to be, at first glance, a mere tall grandfather clock. And yet, as we get closer, the grisly details of this clock become evident... it appears to be made of demons trapped in it's gears for eternity. The hour hand is fixed on the time... 13 o' clock.. As the minute hand spins backward, wildly out of control.
As guests move past this surreal timepiece, the lone spotlight on it is cut off by a shadowy hand that appears to be reaching for the buggies!
As 13 strokes of midnight sound from the bells....
