So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.
Since it's a cul-de-sac, the street is silent when you visit after midnight. The mansion itself sits in a place of honor at the end, on top of a hill. The front porch offers a breathtaking view of the city, but it also leaves you feeling exposed, and visible. From there, a raccoon rustling in the shrubs at the bottom of the steep front walkway sounds like either a shambling ghoul, or—equally scary—a neighborhood security goon.
Haunted hay ride was wack so we went to the Los Feliz murder mansion high as fuck & I'm pretty sure Lola and I were possessed for 2 seconds
— Jasmine Thomas (@Sneakypawz) October 17, 2014