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.....Our tour continues.

The chiming of the musty old grandfather clock is just starting to fade from our ears,when our doombuggy glides into a room whose dimensions are hidden in darkness.We only have a moment to take notice of a cobwebbed crystal ball and unlit candle,set upon a small unused table,when a bizarre sight catches our eyes---in what appears to be the center of the room,a pile of broken furniture has been set aflame,a slowly smoldering pile of wood,while inexplicably floating a few feet above,is the old voodoo woman who supposedly brought her curse down upon this house!Her arms folded before her,her legs crossed below,her face one of somebody in a trance---is she alive?Dead?And if so,is she spectre or reanimated corpse?We cannot tell.Reciting a spell in rhymed verse,she calls upon the spirits of the animals who fell before the club's hunters to rise up and take possession of this building!Floating even higher above us are wooden drums and assorted instruments,which seem to acknowledge the old woman's incantations with short bursts of disturbing music.
Indeed,it would appear the old voodoo woman's magic is powerful,as demonstrated by what we next behold---we are taken through a balcony overlooking a long-forgotten grand ballroom,which is now occupied by a roomful of ghostly animals!Impala and kudu saunter in through the main entrance,while a ghostly gorilla,having discovered the hatrack and mirror by the wall,tries on the various headwear,while his smaller anthropoid brethren swing from the chandelier above!A spectral lion sits at the head of a long banquet table,his mighty roar extinguishing the candles on the cake set before him,as well as causing the other animals seated before him to vanish.While a seemingly neverending wildebeest stampede dominates the dance floor,a strange symphony plays---while phantom monkeys jump up and down on the keyboard of a massive pipe organ,other otherworldly beasts attempt to accompany them,clumsily grasping brass and woodwinds in their clawed and hoofed limbs.
Among these spectral livestock,there is one human ghost---two paintings hang on the wall high above,one a depiction of an armed hunter,the other of a majestic tiger.From out of the first portrait,the hunter's spirit raises his rifle,pointing it directly at the accompanying artwork,when---in what was most likely their last moment alive---the tiger's ghost springs from the second painting,just as the rifle fires,the two disappearing as the tiger pounces upon his nemesis!

Description
.....Our tour continues.

The chiming of the musty old grandfather clock is just starting to fade from our ears,when our doombuggy glides into a room whose dimensions are hidden in darkness.We only have a moment to take notice of a cobwebbed crystal ball and unlit candle,set upon a small unused table,when a bizarre sight catches our eyes---in what appears to be the center of the room,a pile of broken furniture has been set aflame,a slowly smoldering pile of wood,while inexplicably floating a few feet above,is the old voodoo woman who supposedly brought her curse down upon this house!Her arms folded before her,her legs crossed below,her face one of somebody in a trance---is she alive?Dead?And if so,is she spectre or reanimated corpse?We cannot tell.Reciting a spell in rhymed verse,she calls upon the spirits of the animals who fell before the club's hunters to rise up and take possession of this building!Floating even higher above us are wooden drums and assorted instruments,which seem to acknowledge the old woman's incantations with short bursts of disturbing music.
Indeed,it would appear the old voodoo woman's magic is powerful,as demonstrated by what we next behold---we are taken through a balcony overlooking a long-forgotten grand ballroom,which is now occupied by a roomful of ghostly animals!Impala and kudu saunter in through the main entrance,while a ghostly gorilla,having discovered the hatrack and mirror by the wall,tries on the various headwear,while his smaller anthropoid brethren swing from the chandelier above!A spectral lion sits at the head of a long banquet table,his mighty roar extinguishing the candles on the cake set before him,as well as causing the other animals seated before him to vanish.While a seemingly neverending wildebeest stampede dominates the dance floor,a strange symphony plays---while phantom monkeys jump up and down on the keyboard of a massive pipe organ,other otherworldly beasts attempt to accompany them,clumsily grasping brass and woodwinds in their clawed and hoofed limbs.
Among these spectral livestock,there is one human ghost---two paintings hang on the wall high above,one a depiction of an armed hunter,the other of a majestic tiger.From out of the first portrait,the hunter's spirit raises his rifle,pointing it directly at the accompanying artwork,when---in what was most likely their last moment alive---the tiger's ghost springs from the second painting,just as the rifle fires,the two disappearing as the tiger pounces upon his nemesis!