Welcome, foolish mortals, to the haunted mansion. I am your host. Your...GHOST....host.
No other specter can deny,
When a ghoul walks in...
Hm? Oh. (Ahem.) Sorry.
Our tour begins here, in this bowling alley.
Ah, but your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding - almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis:
Or have they been run over?
And consider this dismaying observation:
(Look it up.)
We have 999 happy haunts here, but there's room for a thousand.
David, I'm trying to spiel here. Do you mind?
No, David, this is real death. Run along, now.My apologies.
As I was saying, we find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running Chills!
Now, as they say, "look alive," and we'll conclude our little tour.
Sunny R., Ticara G., Kartrina R., Jill M., Janet, Annette D., Brady, Jenna A., H.M., & Heidi Y., your ghosts will haunt you until you return...all that stuff they took.