Picking up where we left off...
I'm strapped into the Doombuggy, and off we go!
Past the Gallery there was a ramp up to the second floor, heavily draped with radiant, eldritch webs we had to travel through.
I do love this clock.
Our first glimpse of Madame Leota.
The ornate--and very haunted--feasting hall.
And the ghost bride in the attic. There's one more entry to go!
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