Monday, April 10, 2017

Phantom Plantation 2


The buggies encircle themselves in a circular seance room, heavy draper adorns the ceiling and arches with a griffon sconces. At the center of the room is a table with a woman's face inside a crystal ball. She is channeling the spirits of the house, as objects  and instruments levitate in mid air and spirits start to materialize. 

"Spirits and specters on your proud stallions, escort the bride through the night. Bogies and beasties from All Hallows Eve, awaken the spirit with your tambourine. Phantoms and shadows, hear my call. Come one, come all to the ball. At the stroke of midnight, we'll dance until the morning light." 

A grand dinning hall/ballroom comes into view, where a macabre celebration seems to be taking place. Ghostly guests disembark from a hearse carrying wedding presents, while an elderly woman sits and rocks next to the fireplace. The dining table is decorated with decayed flowers and a molding wedding cake with a group of ghosts disappear and reappear. 
A young woman in a bridal gown is seen standing half way at the stairs, looking at the celebration that never was. The shadowy figure of a man in can be seen standing on the open window. His laughter rings through out the hall. Couples in antebellum dress attire float on the dance floor while waltzing, as an demented musician plays on a massive organ.       

The buggies then move on up to the finale rooms in the mansion, the nursery/attic. A lofty storage room filled with family heirlooms, artifacts, and childhood toys scatter the floors, some of them seem to come life by unseen hands. A music box plays a haunting melody.   

Near the exit is the ghostly bride from previous encounters. Her ghostly dress billowing in the wind. A glowing heart can seen within her chest, which illuminates her ribcage.

As guest leave the mansion, the buggies will spin and fall backwards. Down into a grove a trees with claw like branches as if their trying to grab them. Our buggies land on the ground as we venture into the swamplands and cemeteries, where is a playground for the dead. As specters, wraiths, ghouls, and apportions from different times periods come out fro a swinging wake. Here we are greeted by the Baron near the gates of the cemetery. 
"Welcome to our cemetery. Please, do feel free to look around and meet with some of our extended family members. They've been just dying to meet you."

One of the ghost that guest will encounter is an old time rag time band play a jazzy version of Grim Grinning Ghosts. A troupe of skeletons and zombies dance to the sounds of macabre music makers. Accompanied with five marble busts, singing in a barbershop quintet. 

Moving on, a group of childlike ghosts partake in activities in a small playground. Such as swinging on the swing sets or at the teeter-totter. A group of ghosts ride on turn of the century style bikes on top of a hill around a tombstone. 
We then pass a couple of ghosts in Victorian attire sharing a cup of tea, while socializing with one another.


A group of voodoo practitioners sit in circle, partaking in a human sacrificial ritual. They chant and dance in front of their hapless victim, as he cry out for help in vain as we continue on.

 Near the end of the graveyard, is a black horse draw hearse pulled by an invisible horse. Here guests will see The Barron standing on a open coffin, as if he is offering guests to become permanent residents in the mansion. 

 Just when all hope seems lost, a shining vortex of light appears with a the entrance of a crypt. A skeleton in a tattered bridal dress floats midway and she seems to be pointing the way to safety.    
A set of mirrors comes into view, within the reflection of the Barron attempts to keep the guests from escaping. But then vanishes into thin air. 

 Guests will then unload their doom buggies in a submerged crypt. 

 Just before exiting, the bride, now the size of a doll, bids farewell and to hurry back. 

"Hurry back, hurry back. Be sure to bring your death certificate. We've been dying to have you."  

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