Welcome, foolish mortal... These words have beckoned thousands of curious souls through the doors of the Haunted Mansion since it was first opened nearly thirty years past.The Foyer
Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now.
Our tour begins here, in this gallery, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Your cadaverous palor betrays an aura of forboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphisis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, MMMmmm? And consider this dismaying observation, this chamber has no windows, and no doors.
Which offers you this chilling challenge: To find a way out!!!
Of course, there's always MY way.
There are several prominent ghosts who have retired here, from creepy old crypts all over the world. Actually we have 999 happy haunts here...but there's room for a thousand... any volunteers?
If you insist on lagging behind, you may not NEED to volunteer.
And now, a carriage approaches to take you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Take your loved ones by the hand, please, and kindly watch your step. Oh yes, and no flash pictures please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights.
All our ghosts have been dying to meet you. This one can hardly contain himself.
Unfortunatly, they all seem to have trouble getting through.
Perhaps Madame Leota can establish contact, she has a remarkable head for materialising the disembodied.
Rap on a table, it's time to respond; Send us a message, from somewhere beyond...
Goblins and ghoulies, from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tamborine...
Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond; Let there be music from regions beyond...
Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell...
Now don't close your eyes, and don't try to hide or a silly spook may sit by your side. Shrouded in a daft disguise, they pretend to terrorize. Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socalize.
As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree, spooks arrive for the midnight spree. Creepy creeps with eerie eyes start to shriek and harmonize! Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socalize.
When you hear the knell of a requiem bell, weird glows gleam where spirits dwell... Restless bones etherialize, rise as spooks of every size "--Demonical laugh--"
Beware of hitchhiking ghosts.
They have selected you to fill our quota and they will haunt you until you return. Now I will raise the safety bar, and the ghosts will follow you home!