I am 28 years old. Why am I scared out of my mind right now? Seriously... the images in my mind of Madame Leota and the Host dangling from the ceiling of the stretchy-room are making me very nervous right now.
I love the parts where they're couching the safety warnings in spooky language, like, "The carriage that will carry you into the moldering sanctum of the spirit world will accommodate you and one or two loved ones. Kindly watch your step as you board, please". It's so much better than a simple "Watch your step".
I used to call my bedroom "the moldering sanctum" back when I was a kid...I had little ghost and graveyard cutouts all over the place and Mardi Gras beads hanging from the lamp to make it look like NOS. I didn't achieve the effect I wanted, but I think it's kind of cute that I tried.