CHAPTER NINETY ONE – HORROR FIGURES

Pleasantville certainly seemed to embrace its legacy of peculiarity, a point that became apparent as soon as they exited Nettie's shop. Claire immediately led them toward a faded sign pointing the way to the "Beauregard Farm House: A Haunting Historical Experience!" As they approached the weather-beaten, slanting remains of what had clearly once been an opulent family manor, even Jasmine had to admit there was an undeniable air of ethereal desolation shrouding the dilapidated structure. Withered vines twisted up its cracked, graying pillars like gnarled skeletal hands, and every shutter hung haphazardly askew from rusted iron hinges. A hunched, balding elderly man in overlarge denim overalls emerged from the creaky front door to greet them, his rheumy eyes blinking rapidly as if adjusting to the waning evening light. "Here for the haunt, are ye?" He rasped, spitting off to the side in a manner that made Jasmine wrinkle her nose in distaste. "Seven souls'll get ye started, cash onl