The living are treated to spectral harp concerts.

“I was murdered and want the truth to be known, and justice served.”

“This is my forever home, and I will share it with the living.”

“My employment was unfairly and brutally ended, but I can still enjoy myself here as a spirit.”

“This is my house! I wish you would leave.”

Let’s make the best of it. Floating outside is fun!

Dressing in formal attire is the way to be seen in my afterlife.

That is my bed and I’m still using it.

Reminders are needed when docents forget.

I can still admire the mansion’s exterior, and the gardens are beautiful.

Original master of the house returned with force during restoration, ready to hunt bear.

A rough and rowdy crew of spirits still hang around here, though death has mellowed them.