Inside a square, tall room, wood paneling, far too high to reach the top of, gives way to rotting, peeling wallpaper - once the finest money could buy - which stretches to the plastered ceiling. Dropping from the center of an elaborate stenciled pattern on the ceiling, a magnificent is chandelier alit with a dozen candles, each flame flickering and dancing in a chilly wind that yet is intangible and moves neither the elaborate draperies, nor the draped cobwebs.
Amidst the elaborate sconces, gilded mirrors and intricate woodwork, even in the gloom afforded by heavy draperies that seem unable to let even the brightest of sunlight in, one can see the secrets that this mansion holds deep in it's moldering walls may be dark and wonderful indeed!
Seemingly from the darkest corners of the room, a voice speaks, deep and unwavering, drawing your attention to a gilded mirror. As you peer back at yourself from the foggy recesses of the looking glass, a beautiful face appears before you - and fades away just as suddenly.
Vous, vous qui avez os‚ troubler la s‚r‚nit‚ de ces lieux... Aurez-vous le courage de franchir la porte de cette maison... Allez, ne vous faites pas prier, entrez, qu'attendez-vous donc ? N'ayez pas peur, au point o- vous en ˆtes... Montrez-vous en pleine lumiere, que je vous voie un peu ! Vous n'avez rien ... craindre, chers amis. Allez, entrez, j'ai tellement de choses ... vous faire d‚couvrir !
<You, you who have dared disturbing the serenity of this place... You must have a lot of courage to step through the door of this house... Come on, don't make me beg you. Come in! What are you waiting for? Don't be frightened, you've come this far already... Step into the plain light, so I can see you a bit! You have nothing to fear, my dear friends. Come on, come in, I have so many things for you to discover!>
Suddenly, a recessed panel in the wall slides back... back... back... revealing
a room shrouded in flickering darkness as the voice draws you on, farther
into the abyss...
