Ok, before we get this fic started I got a few things to say. First off, this is my first real Haunted Mansion fic. I don't know how long it will be but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Second, I would love to greatly thank AquarianWolf and Werecat Boy(whose fics are major kickarse!) So I greatly thank them for their help with the 999 Happy Haunts.

Ok, without further adu, let this fic begin!

Lyndi, Rose, Ms. Tiffanty,Jacob, Adam, Gus are MINE

Stayin' Alive belongs to the Bee Gees

Just Around the Riverbend, The Bride, Master George Gracey are Disney

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"Dear diary,

As you may or may not know...TONIGHT'S THE BIG NIGHT."

So was the first line of the black haired teen with fair skin and orange eyes. Well, not actual orange eyes, they were simply contact lenses. Her actual eye color was a bittersweet light brown. She placed her pen down on her journal and ventured over to her circle mirror that was bordered in wrought iron vines with miniature white butterflies on them. How she loved this mirror, it used to be her grandmother's before she passed away not too long ago. She brushed a few strands away from her face and started to hum 'Just Around the River Bend', while placing her hair in its' usual fashion so that it appeared that a spider was invading her many black strands. Once she was done setting the barrette in and combing her hair, she added her most favored accessory. She tied a mauve ribbon around the barrette into a bow so that it stood out from her hair.

With a sweet smile and a turn of her head she looked over at her journal again on her baby blue furniture with painted music notes and instruments. She did the designs herself. Sure, it took a good month or two but it was worth the mess. Her designs proved that she was unique and different from not only any typical seventeen year old girl but from anyone and everyone. She ran over to her journal of black lace and red hearts and resumed her entry.

"What is tonight? The NUTCRACKER! Sure it's 3:40 and I should be there in 2 hours or less but hey, time will come when it does."

She slipped into her ballet uniform for that evening. Her entire outfit was an array of different shades of purple. All majestic and lovely, like a regal dream come to life. Transparent lace came from her hips and a bit past the tutu as it glittered like snow in the sun's early light of day. She was playing the part of the Sugar Plum Fairy in the production of the Nutcracker, an infamous and refined dance of fantasy and beauty. A play whose every step meant everything. Meaning that there could be no mess ups or mistakes. Although she was supposed to be the Nutcracker (stated by the popular snob in the class, Ms. Tiffanty who was Clara, herself) she took on a more sophisticated lady part.

She slipped on her light lavender ballet slippers over the camouflaging pantihose and laced the shoes up to her knees while humming the catchy song. Lastly she viewed herself in the mirror once more and applied the finishing touches. She put on orchid eyeliner and above it sparkling purple mountain majesty eye shadow that would put royalty to shame. She blushed her cheeks a bit and tinted her rose petal lips a lovely romantic shade of carnation. Her delicate fingers with clear nails picked up the piece of resistance..the tiara.

Made from real diamonds that shimmered no matter where they were and according to her one friend, Lilith, the diamonds brought out her eyes. She wore this tiara not only to slip into her character but to prove that she had a higher grace and beauty than Clara and more charm than the Nutcracker himself. She looked in the nature mirror once more and smiled. Tonight was her night. In an instant hurry she ran back over to her open book of secrets and continued to write.

"Also, my crush will be there. You know who he is but I'll say it again. Adam Michael Gracey. And do you know what's awesome about him? His last name is Gracey. I often wonder if he used to live in Gracey Mansion or knows something about it..."

She looked at her snowflake theme clock with silvery snow stars and saw that she still had time to spare. Even though she promised herself she wouldn't rush she already was. She couldn't wait to start the show and end it. You see, as much as she liked ballet she disliked it. She didn't like the fact that everything had to be so precise and wished that it could be more freestyle and loose but not completely loose like dirty dancing and such. But then again, not all wishes are meant to come true. She softly sighed and sat on her bed of tangerine and marigold stripes.

Lyndi knew her single and youthful mother already went ahead to prepare for the intermission. Lyndi's mother, Rose, had been divorced only twice by two men who were rough, and were often too busy with other things. Like secret affairs and business, but mostly the secret affairs. The first husband, Jacob, ran off with Rose's cousin, Marabelle behind Rose's back. The second husband, was found in the living room, with the knife, in the prostitute's back. Ever since the two male failures, Rose was eager to meet someone new. She enjoyed meeting new people and seeing different places and trying random things sane or insane.

Lyndi decided to use the other car her mother owned. A black PT Cruiser which appeared to be a miniature limo according to Lyndi. She loved that car and hoped her mother would never give it away. It was the first car her mother had and sometimes, Lyndi wanted to be like her. To go out into the world and see things she never dreamed of before. Like the Eiffel Tower or Niagra Falls or even the Bermuda Triangle.

"But you know what's weird? Some random girl at practice told me that the recital was going to be held at the Gracey Mansion. Of course, I've never wandered those grounds. But I would like to even though some say it's haunted but if she told me that then the recital MUST be there," with that she closed her journal and locked it. Her fingertips ran over the lace and circled around a little red heart. Lyndi was never one for love but she wish she had someone to love regardless if the person was like Jacob but she wanted Adam. But how to make him notice her was the question. Adam was as popular as Captain Jack Sparrow was to the world of piracy. Lyndi was the total opposite. She sighed, only in her dreams would she, and Adam share the perfect moment.

"Wish me luck everyone," she spoke with a soft voice of serenity as she watched the eyes of the many posters of musicals and hoped they would give some sign of life. She sighed. She knew they would never be real and closed the door behind her. She grabbed a black jacket and the car keys as she closed the lights and locked the doors. She playfully raced to her only source of transportation while waving to her neighbor, Gus.

Gus was a serious, boring adult. He often bored but somehow interested Lyndi by telling her stories of his old job at Gracey Mansion. Apparently he used to be a gardener before something chased him away. He didn't know what it was but it terrified him greatly. Lyndi would always wonder what the thing was and even attempted to ask Gus but he would always silence her. As she started the car she saw Gus who was standing there in solitude now gone in a flash. How could of he had gone away so quickly? There wasn't time for questions as she clicked her seat belt across her, adjusted her mirrors, and sang parts of the song on the radio. What song was that? It was, "STAYIN' ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh break it down!"

'Surely, the Gracey Mansion CAN'T be far from here...can it?,' or so she thought. As she drove past the usual sights of her neighborhood she noticed it started to snow. She was usually entranced but horrified when it snowed. She grew terrified of the forming ice and slush and how sticky and slick everything became, especially the roads. However, Lydni, was a child at heart. Meaning that the child within adored the falling of snow. How everything seemed to look so serene and peaceful, like a sign from the seraphs above. When snow fell, she knew Heaven was on Earth, and all was somewhat tranquil. After a half hour or snow, things started to become chaotic as a gentle snowfall became a blundering blizzard. As much as Lyndi turned on the high beams, used the wind shield wipers, and changed the speed of her vehicle it came down harder and quicker. She noticed that she wasn't in her neighborhood anymore and instantly felt like Dorothy in the land of Oz. Of course she had no dog named Todo but she did have a black PT Cruiser and that was it.

From time to time she used the heater as she soon noticed one very strange thing. No one else was on the road. Maybe they knew about the blizzard? No...it would of been announced on the news. She grew elated but scared at the same time as she swore she noticed a faint light ahead. It was dim at first but it sluggishly began to grow.

"Oh great...I'm hallucinating,"she spoke in a low tone.

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As for the light up ahead, it was real. A lonely woman in white looked onward into the blizzard's mysterious ways. Depending how it fell before her yellowed eyes, she either saw it as a white wave of chaos or an undergoing transformation to make the world beautiful like she once was. She sported a lovely antique wedding dress and her complete being emitted a chilling blue feature as it didn't seem to bother her. In fact, she had grown used to it for the eternal time she would remain. A pounding heartbeat reverberated in the dusty room but didn't make the flame of the candle she held flicker or die. From the white sea outside her room she saw two blaring lights coming from a moving object. A bit frightened by it and yet curious, she allowed herself to hover to her destination.

"George...? George," her voice held a quiet peace as she repeated the name. "Oh...where is he?! George!"

She glided through the air and hovered over the antique flooring as she searched for the man she longed to speak with. The distance banging of doors and moans didn't help her any as she turned on her heel and told them all to shut up. The response was silence and then the same noises only louder. She scowled beneath her breath as she searched for George again. At last a man with black hair as dark as the night stepped up from the shadows. His azure eyes that could freeze anyone's soul appeared as a first feature to the woman in the dress of matrimony. He stood before her in a casual but rich suit. Proving that he had welath even past his grave, after all he was the master of the Mansion. His flesh was fair but slightly pale as he bore a smile of sly ways and a haunting manner.

"Yes," he answered to her calls in a deep velvet voice that could stop a man's heart.

"Oh there you are! I just saw two lights coming towards us...something's coming!"

"Hm...very well then. We'll just have to scare it away."

"Why must you resolve everything in scaring people and things?!"

"Because my dear, Emily, I'm a ghost. It's my nature," with that he winked at her. "Tell everyone to get into positions and be ready," with a turn of his head and an intention to protect his Mansion from all things sinister he slowly disappeared. He reappeared shoulders up in his portrait in the Foyer. Emily sighed softly and went off to do as she was told.