when the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake,
spooks come out for a swinging wake.
happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize.
grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!
welcome, foolish mortals, to the haunted mansion. a boundless realm of the supernatural located in a victorian castellated mansion in new england. home to 999 happy haunts, but there's room for a thousand- any volunteers? be sure to make any... final arrangements at the end of the tour, and be sure to bring your death certificate.
carefully curated by master gracey, grandpa marc, cousin claude, francis xavier, wathel l. bender, rolo rumpkin, cousin victor, cousin huet, mister frees, uncle blaine, our friend ken, and dear sweet leota.
beloved by all. in regions beyond now, but having a ball.
our lovely portraits were painted by dear old grandpa marc, he always had a touch for paintings. he's amazing at capturing the true essence of the subject, you'll find.
little leota, she so loved holding séances... and mister frees, his voice still echoes in our halls. it's almost like they never left!
the haunted mansion went through many incarnations, not including the ones currently available to visit. the original attraction was almost a walkthrough, and then almost a boat ride. this was, of course, before the invention of the omnimover. there were many arguments about how... frightening our beloved mansion should be. claude and ken argued for serious, and scary, while marc and rolly went in a more... strange and silly spooks direction. in the end, we were treated to a nice blend of both. it's a shame that many of the concepts our dear friends made that never got to see fruition!
