The stairs from the E2 areas (the main body of the clock tower) emerge in E3, at which point the description says the stairs end at an opening, and then continue on the exterior of the tower to a room above - E4. The exterior stairs seem to be part of the "tangle of scaffolding" alluded to in the initial description of the tower. There's no description in E4 about how to get to E6, but the map makes it look like the scaffolding reaches from E4 to E6.

I would say that PCs can clamber up the scaffolding outside E4 to reach E6. The layout of E6, though...I don't know. The map makes it look like the top of the conical roof has been shorn off, though this could just be a cutaway view. This is what I decided: it is a cutaway view, and the conical roof is mostly intact, with holes in the rafters enough to see the angel perched above. The scaffolding outside gives entry through a breach in the side of the roof to this "attic." You can visualize this if you look at the map.

As for the statue...if the foundation reaches down to the floor of E6, the supporting pillar might make a neat tactical obstacle/piece of cover. The battle there promises to be so difficult that breaking up the battleground might be helpful.

I decided that there is no foundation and that the statue is precariously perched on the decaying roof of the tower. If I drop enough hints, my players might think to use it as a weapon: one or more players could engage Xanesha in melee combat while another player clambers up on the roof or into the rafters and tries to break up the roof enough to drop it on her, for a few D6s worth of damage. Could make a murderous combat encounter a bit easier.

You catch a momentary whiff of what smells like… burning hair and flesh.

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The stuffed beast suddenly lurches to terrifying life. Its fur burst into flames, it rears back on its hind legs, and the grotesque humanoid face warps and stretches until it resembles a furious red-haired woman. She glints at you in pain and rage, and the scorpion’s tail whips around at you, engulfed in flame.

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You hear a woman’s voice whisper in your ear, as if by someone standing right next to you. The voice says only one word: “Lorey”

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You suddenly feel a flash of memory, but it’s not your own – it’s a woman’s memory filled with worry and remorse

What has he been doing down in that horrible basement? What has he been doing while I’ve been asleep? What on earth has my husband become???

[make a Will Saving Throw]

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You have been mentally influenced to believe/feel the following things:
• Your friend ___________ is actually your beloved, helpless child.
• Something horrible is about to happen in the house, and everyone inside it is in danger.

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You are compelled to try to get yourself and your child out of the house immediately, and get as far away from it as possible. You feel you are in grave danger. This feeling will persist as long as you or your child are in or near the house, and no argument or convincing from your friends can help. If someone tries to physically restrain you, you must do your best to get them to stop, using words first and then physical attacks if you must. If anyone tries to stop or restrain your child, you do what you have to do to free them.

Feel free to ham this acting up as much as possible! =)

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Music suddenly swells from the piano, and before you know what is happening, a woman sweeps you up in a whirling dance. This woman, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, holds you in an icy grip, and you can do naught but follow her around the floor of the parlor, powerless to resist.

At first the woman seems beautiful: she has raven-dark hair that gathers in silky ringlets on her forehead, and intense dark eyes. She has the look of a Varisian gypsy in the prime of her life. As you dance, though, something changes. A look of abject horror appears on her face. Her beauty fades and her face turns an ashen white. A dark, bluish-purple ring appears around her throat, as if invisible hands are strangling her. Her eyes bulge and then roll back in her head, and her tongue protrudes from her yawning, gasping mouth. Finally, her whole body crumbles into wet, lifeless chunks in your very arms, the music fades, and you look up suddenly to find yourself alone in the parlor.

You feel utterly drained – each step of the dance was like a mile of hard marching. Each moment that you had to watch the girl dying in your arms sapped you of strength.

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You are paralyzed with fear as a ghostly, glowing image of Aldern Foxglove appears before you and snatches the scarf up from the table. He advances menacingly toward you and wraps the scarf around your neck, but you are unable to raise a hand against him. You are not yourself. As you begin to lose consciousness, your last thought is that your husband, Aldern, has gone crazy.

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You are suddenly transported back in time – you are a child, looking out the window at your parents below. Somehow, you know that your parents are trying to kill one another, and that whichever one of them survives will be coming to kill you next. In the yard below, your mother struggles with your father. She is brandishing a torch, and your father is wielding a long, wicked-looking knife. Your father seems to be covered with boils and festering tumors. The vision fades as quickly as it appeared.

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Your face begins to itch suddenly…

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When you raise your hands to your face to scratch at the strange itching feeling, you are horrified to feel a tangled mass of tumors and boils covering every inch of your skin. Puss oozes over the pustules and knotty bulges of flesh that now comprise your face.

There’s only one thing to do – in horror, you are compelled to dig your fingers into your rotting, cancerous flesh and claw the tumors off by hand. So… do that.

You hear the shrill sound of a woman’s voice saying “What do you get up to in the damp below?”

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You are suddenly filled with an intense hatred of women! You are compelled to attack the nearest woman (since no others are available, you will have to do)

Attempt to kill yourself by the most expedient means possible.

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You notice that there is a silver-handled dagger on the desk. A moment ago, you were sure that there was nothing on the desk but some wooden debris.

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You are overwhelmed with the conviction that you have just killed the person you love the most. You are filled with guilt and despair. There’s only one thing to do…

Walk over to the desk and cut your throat with the dagger.

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You suddenly feel uncomfortably hot…

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You notice the sudden stink of burning flesh…

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You have suddenly caught on fire! There is only one way to put yourself out before you are burned to death…

Throw yourself through the unbroken window and into the sea.

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You hear the sound of pages rustling, as if a book were being read rapidly.

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Dozens of memories of expeditions, sea voyages, and travels to exotic locales race through your mind. An image of the bow of a ship crashing through the waves, bound for some unknown shore is burned into your mind. At first you feel triumphant, but the image suddenly fades to a painting on a canvas in front of you on your desk… you aren’t on any expedition at all… you never left. How could a man leave when he’s married to a shrill harpy of a wife who keeps him from leaving the house to get even a moment’s peace?!

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Gazing at the stained glass window, suddenly you see movement out of the corner of your eye – as if the man in the window is sneering at you.

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As soon as you touch the books, a series of visions flood through your mind – an animated tableau of figures moving on a vast plane of stained glass:

A middle-aged man sits in this room, poring over books, scrolls and tomes, feverishly researching. The vision shifts and you find yourself watching the same man carefully pouring chemicals and strange liquids into a vial, a triumphant look on his face. He raises the vial and drinks greedily. Soon after, he suddenly doubles over in pain and begins to rot away.

You are filled with blinding shame that a loved one would do this to himself, followed by a burning rage that he must be stopped.

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You see a glint of light out of the corner of your eye, but it disappears when you turn to focus on it.

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You hear the faint sound of whispering coming from somewhere in the room, but you can’t pinpoint the location before it fades away.

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You are filled with sudden terror – you know that the man in the stained glass vision was embarking on an evil quest, and that his quest was successful. Whatever dark purposes he had, they are now complete, and you are in terrible danger.

You are compelled to flee this place as quickly as you can and run upstairs to save your “children” – who you believe are in a room in the northeastern corner of the second floor. Until you reach this point, almost nothing can dissuade you from this task.

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Your friends suddenly morph into the horrible visage of the man you saw in your visions. He has transformed somehow since you saw him conducting his research – his flesh has become pockmarked and diseased, though he does not appear to care. He towers before you with a look of cold satisfaction on his face and smiles vilely at you.

This happens whenever one of your friends attempts to stop you from reaching the room upstairs, and you are compelled, in your terror, to attack them to the best of your ability as long as they attempt to restrain you from reaching the room. Even if you should be knocked out and rendered unconscious, when you wake up, you will feel this compulsion unless other actions are taken (of course, you can’t tell your friends this, but I’m sure they’ll figure it out)

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You notice a sudden increase in the stink of rotten flesh in this room.

We Are Brothers
No Lord Commands Us
No God Claims Us
No Spell Compels Us
No Law Chains Us
We are Brothers of the Seven

I won't be watching this movie because I am a fraidycat.

How would you do the various hauntings in Foxglove manor with the new PFRPG turning rules ?

Would you :
Play them as written assuming the cleric has the Turn Undead feat ?
Assume the cleric needs to do X damage to stave off the haunting (and X=?)
Other ?

Thanks for your input

Or may be the piano could start playing by itself ?

I also have a question on haunts. It says that if they are not assigned to a player, they becone universal. For the one with the scarf, how could everyone get strangled by the scarf ? That seems just strange.