It was now that the woman got a good look at the strange salesman who had wandered into the mansion. How strange was sparkle in his eye, and the tall top hat he wore was crooked oddly on his head. The cloak he wore was thick and long, and with every step the short man steadied himself with an old wooden cane. A gold tooth gleamed as he flashed a wide grin. After assessing the new visitor, the woman decided to introduce herself.
“Welcome to, as the neighbors have deemed it, ‘The Haunted Mansion’. I’m Madame Leota, the apprentice seer of the house. I am currently studying under a well-known psychic. Soon, I will take over as Ms. Hatchaway’s personal clairvoyant. You will find that our owners and residents are most… superstitious,” She smirked and grabbed a cobwebbed candelabrum off the wall.
“Superstition is just supernatural rubbish!” He proudly remarked, but a quiver in his voice could be detected. Leota was leading him now down a long, seemingly endless corridor. In fact, as he peered around her, he saw that the corridor looked to fade into oblivion. “Ah, do you have many residents?”
Upon hearing Harry’s latest statement, Madame Leota stopped cold in her tracks, but the sound of footsteps continued to echo through the hall. She turned her head icily toward the hat man, “Oh, yes, you could say that. There are many who feel… trapped here. I understand your impeccable sense of reason, but I must warn you that his house can do strange things to a soul. In any case, please keep near me as we enter the next hall, sir, some of our loudest residents habit it,”