Stepping into the cavernous maw of the Fun House, the door swings open, and slams all too easily shut behind you. It's dark in here, but some florescent paints provide an eerie glow.
Passages seem wobbily beneath your feet, the walls are set at odd angles that play tricks with your perception. Echoes make it impossible to go by sound. There's a definate sense of disorientation.
Rooms full of Clown Punching bags that you have to manuever through, doors so small you have to stoop to get in, and spinning tunnels that cause you to stumble and fall are only a few of the surprises that await you. Obviously this place was built before certain safety standard laws were passed, for even trap doors and slides might occaisionally be found. And all around, pictures, statues, and other representations of clowns gawk and jeer at you in silent laughter.
There is a definate feeling that you are not in here alone.
To those who see the Dreaming, the effect is ten times more wild. The colors grow more vivid, even as the darkness in the corners deepens. The entire building is indeed moving, not merely with mechanical gimicks, or swaying supports under the floor, but with an almost rhythmic deep breathing.
Many glamourous traps and tricks seem to await the unwary. In one hallway, you might find yourself looking through one door, to see your greatest desire awaiting you, only to have it fade as you step in. Another door, leads to your greatest fear. Do you dare see if it will vanish as well? Behind a curtain is a mirror, gaze at it too long, and you start wondering why you followed your old Court, when the other is so obviously right? Even your voile shifts to reflect, pun intended, this new enlightenment.
More trap doors slide down into Whoopee cushions, goo, thumbtacks, or worse yet, a one way trod to the unprotected Dreaming. Even if you evade these, and find the wonders that await you instead, everywhere clown faces gaze back at you. And, you are certain, there IS someone in here..with you.
