HAUNTED MANSION TALES: SPOOKY LITTLE RASCALS PART 1 By Swarlock/Co-Authored by Birdy Wilbury
All characters belong to Disney. Steven W. Warlock and Frankiestein and the gang are Swarlock Productions.
It was late and the park was about to close down for the night.
"Night, Constance!" Steven said to the axe wielding ghost in the attic.
"Wait a minute,Steven,"she said floating out of her animatronic shell for a minute.
"I found this a little while ago after the last of the tourists came in."
He smiled as he took it from her hand and she quickly dived back into her mechanized self.
"Wow! I haven't seen this in over 100 years," The Warlock said happily.
"Did I ever tell you how I met the boss, Constance?"
"I don't believe I have," Constance said as she was stroking the strand of pearls on her necklace.
"I love stories!" one of the ghosts from the graveyard flew in.
"I'd like to hear it too if I may. Caw caw!" The raven chimed in.
"Me too," another spirit joyfully said.
"Tell you what. Let me take care of something first and I'll come and tell you about it in the foyer," the warlock replied.
It didn't take long for every ghost in the mansion to get wind of the news including The Ghost Host himself. And just like a night around a camp fire, The cast member for the entire attraction told the tale.
"It all started back in The very Early 20's. I was a young squeezer then but old enough to watch over my tin headed friend sitting next to me," he told his captive audience.
"I don't remember any of this, Stevie Boy," Frankiestein said.
"Well, You wouldn't remember since you were more empty headed then as you are now."
Holding up the photo album so everyone could see it was one of the earliest photos of Steven. The photo was transmogrified into a holographic movie screen.
In the photo was a very small warlock wearing overalls and a beanie cap next to his pal who hadn't gotten his cape yet but still had a goofy look on his face.
"We had just moved from Transylvania the year before and had a hang out in New Orleans and..."
October 31 1922
It was a little bit before All Hallow's Eve in New Orleans and Little Steven and his sidekick, Frankie were fooling around in the murky bayou swamps. Their other friends, Handy the very dapper ghost and Bandy the inquisitive Mummy Boy were watching them engage in some kind of aerial lesson.
Steven was floating in the air while resting on his back while the vampire half breed was trying to lift himself off the ground. He was teaching the little shrimp how to fly.
"I can't do it," Frankie said.
"Try harder, " he said. "You'll get it"
"The important thing to remember is when you fly you have to watch where you're going."
Of course Steven wasn't paying attention and flew in through an open window of a Gothic looking structure and ran right into a young woman and man sitting at a table filled with tarot cards, candles and a crystal ball.
"Oops! Sorry lady!" he said picking up the cards from the floor.
"Why you little street urchin. You just interupted our seance session. I'll turn you into a toad just out of spite"
"Oh yeah?"
"YEAH!!!"
Leota however hadn't counted on the diminutive warlock to zap up a pocket mirror that counteracted the toad spell.
"That should keep her busy for awhile," he said calmly. "Don't worry. It'll wear off in an hour. Apologies again. Mister...er"
"Gracey. George Gracey Junior. You'll have to forgive my new medium. I offered her a job. She can be very irritable when she wants to be." he said politely.
"Nice digs you have here, Mr. Gracey," Steven said looking over the place.
Although it looked spick and span for the moment he could see the beginnings of what the place would eventually become. It'd take some time for the mansion to get that comfortable unlived in look.
"So. Using black magic to bring back the wife, eh?" Steven said. "Not good.
Mortals like you shouldn't mess with unpredictable things, sir"
"Oh really. And what would you know about it?"
"Well, I did use mine to conjure up the mirror," Steven said.
"Oh, I see. Just out of professionally curiousity. Can you see into the future? You did know I was trying to resurrect my wife"
"I can. But not too far ahead though. Haven't learned how to do that well yet. I may look like a young kid but I am older than most humans or supernatural folk think I am. Was born as I was. No two cents about it." Steven said nodding his head confidentally.
"Splendid," George said pleased. "Then I have a job for you."
To be continued...