welcome, foolish, mortal, to the haunted mansion. I am your host, your ghost host. kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now. our tours begins here in this gallery, where you see paintings of some of our guest as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? or is it your imagination hmm? and consider this dismaying observation: this chamber has no windows and no way out.... which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out! (laughter) of course, there's always my way.