forced-perspective mural of the distant woodland cottage, but turned instead into the direction of the castle. The scene then quickly shifted from a peaceful and pleasant forest into one of gnarled tree roots, dead vines, and muddy colors as riders passed under two vultures perched overhead. Guests then turned left toward the open entrance to the sinister stone castle and passed through. Directly ahead, within the castle's dim interior, was a passage leading back outside, where another wooden sign signified the Dwarfs' cottage. As guests advanced toward the open doorway, however, a wrought-iron portcullis slammed shut in front of it, blocking the way out. Ahead, at the end of a dark, straight corridor, a skeleton chained to the wall rattled as guests approached it, moaning, "Go back..." Riders then veered away under a stone arch and saw the hunched shadow of the lurking Witch right in front of them, creeping across a stone wall plastered with a large spider web. Hanging strings simulating cob webs brushed against guests' faces as they passed under another arch, and rounding a sharp turn, riders encountered the Witch herself at her cauldron. Stationed near her massive spell book, the cloaked peddler held a newly poisoned apple over her brew by its stem. She turned to face guests as they approached her, croaking, "Have an apple, dearie?" before riders were jolted away into a dark corner. Guests came face to face with the old hag once more in the next chamber; this time she emerged from behind a large stone column, again offering her deadly fruit as she delivered a grim laugh. Guests then escaped the dungeon by crashing through a solid masonry wall, and, after a short interval of darkness, found themselves threading through the frightful woods. Here were many looming and gnarled trees, each with a grotesque, menacing face embedded into its bark; the trees' arm-like branches were fixed in dramatic clawing and grasping postures. Beyond the forest was the thatched-roof home of the Seven Dwarfs, complete with warm light emanating from its windows. As riders drew near the inviting cottage, its front door swung open only to reveal the Witch inside, poisoned apple still in hand. Finally, in a scene mirroring the climax of the film, riders approached a tall cliff on which the old peddler was seen one last time. She cackled maniacally, attempting to pry a boulder onto guests from