The carriages slowly glide through a narrow hallway adorned with portraits on the right side of the hall. To the left side are a series of windows, outside it is raining and thundering. When the lighting flashed, the painting are turned into grotesque images of their former selves.
We come upon the club's library,whose facilities seem to be in use by unseen inhabitants---books are pulled out,then pushed back into the shelves, a resting ladder rocks precariously back and forth, an easy chair shudders with the weight of a phantom occupant. Marble busts of famous authors of gothic horror stories, MR James, Mary Shelly, Robert Louis Stevenson, Bram Stoker and so on, all of them following our every move.
"Here in our library, we take pride in our collection of ghost stories and marble bust of the greatest authors of the genera."
The buggies then ascend to a winding staircase that leads us to a labyrinth full of staircases seem to go upside down and sideways that lead to nowhere or beyond out world.
Upon entering the second floor of the manor, guests pass a hallway that seem to stretch endlessly. Two armored knights stand guard under the archway, as they turn their helmets towards the guests. Standing in the middle of a hallway, the figure of a spectral woman can be seen holding a candelabra as she disappears and reappears.
A music room comes into view, a grand piano stands dominate in the center of the room next to a harp and chello. Invisible fingers play on the keys as the moonlight exposes the show of the unseen musician spilling on the floor, accompanied by the harpist and cellist.
"Try not to wake the dead, they can be a little bit cranky from their rest."
Proceeding on, is a hallway with doors on both sides. Screams and cries echo through out the halls, followed by maniacal laughter, unearthly growls and roars. As door knobs and knockers rattle and bang with invisible hands.
At the end of the corridor stands a grandfather clock as it strikes the hour of thirteen while the eyes of the wallpaper blinks.
