So, it's a tourist trap, and one that my father kept reminding us to go to. He'd gone while working out here a few years ago and really loved it.
We decided to go during one of the "flashlight" tours they offer - instead of walking around with the lights on (or during the daytime), everyone gets a flashlight and enjoys the spookiness only a rich and eccentric woman can create.
My favorite part, however, had nothing to do with the house, but instead was this conversation:
Person 1: Has there ever been a fire here?
Tour Guide: No, but there was a bad one across the street...
Person 2: I know! I ordered a pizza, but it never came.
Photos are posted in the link below. Remember: I was working without a flash...
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