The house had some interesting features, in a '60’s-era Playboy pad sort of way. But since the house represented about 2% of the whole, it could not, to me, redeem the rest of the experience.
I recall sitting down in the carousel room, suffering from horrible sensory overload, as the carousel spun, and hideous phantasmagorical animals snarled and leered. French carnival music sounded in my ears. I turned my gaze up to the ceiling, hoping to rest my eyes on something neutral. But what did I see? Dozens of female dress mannequins, clad in old prom dresses, usually with one breast exposed, with styrofoam wings attached to their backs, dangling from wires.
I fled, only to find myself in a huge hall hung with red velvet on the walls, devoted to displaying dozens of 8 foot tall beer steins.
Wow. I second the comment of an earlier poster - this sounds like something from an interactive fiction game. Not so much Zork, though - I’m thinking “The Lurking Horror”. HOTR doesn’t sound particularly Lovecraft-ian (Hail Cthulhu!), but it seems to share the mindf–kness. If that makes sense.
I haven’t been there in years, but I’ve always enjoyed the house itself (the Infinity Room will give anyone with a fear of heights the heebie-jeebies). The rest of the place can be rather daunting, but if you go in with the right state of mind, can be rather entertaining. I must admit a fondness for the pneumatic orchestra playing The Flight of the Bumblebees.