What happens when a teenage boy wanders into the famed phantom manor?
Will he come out alive?
Based on the ride "Phantom Manor" at Disneyland Paris.
I've never believed in ghost stories, never.
Especially the one I heard most of all.
I lived in a small town, not far from the Thunder Mesa valley. Legend had it, the valley was once a gold mine town, but a terrible earthquake struck the town of Thunder Mesa. A rich man called Henry Ravenswood and his wife Martha had perished in the quake, while the gold mines collapsed in a shower of rubble and rockwork.
But even before this event happened , trouble had been brewing at the Ravenswood home. Henry's daughter Melanie, a beautiful young women with a voice to match, was about to be married and her suitor planned to take her away from Thunder Mesa .
And Henry was furious…
As the day of the wedding arrived, the groom was nowhere to be seen. Melanie searched for him throughout the house, but in vain. Heartbroken, she locked herself away, or so it was thought.
Through the windows she was sometimes seen wandering from hall to hall in her wedding dress, candelabra in hand... Some say she was waiting for her groom to return, while others believe that she was kept in the mansion by some evil presence...
The manor fell into decay. The inhabitants of Thunder Mesa, too scared to set foot on the estate, began calling it Phantom Manor. There were tales of brave souls who had dared to enter the house and never returned.
The restless spirits of Phantom Manor, are said to still be waiting for a courageous soul to find out what really happened that fateful night in 1860...
It all started here…
My sleepy old town, was hidden in the valleys and it was rare visitors came here. People were born here, lived here and died here. To be truthful, I was sick of the town. I wanted to see more than the same old people, the same old street and the same old Thunder Mesa Mountain looming over me.
The people here was scared of the Thunder Mesa, scared to even wander into the valley. All because of some stupid ghost story.
The story was that in Thunder Mesa, there was a Manor built there that was haunted. This story scared off everyone who lived there and it had been empty ever since.
My name was Jase Dawn, 16 years old with messy brown hair and big brown eyes, I wasn't afraid of anything, especially an stupid ghost story.
It all started when I was hanging with my best friend Bud, we sat on a bench watching our lives go by..
Bud and I had been friends for years, even thought us being completely different. I was dark haired were he was light, I was tall and skinny were was he was short and… rounded. But never less, we were friends .
"Do ya think the story's real Jase?" Bud questioned me. "ya know, the one about the haunted manor?"
"Don't be stupid" I rolled my eyes at him "it's just a stupid old ghost story made to scare younger's"
"I dunno" Bud looks off into the distance, towards Thunder Mountain. "No one's been there in year's, you don't know"
"Then" I look towards Thunder Mountain myself, a sly smile on my face. "Lets go and find out for ourselves"
Bud looked at me, he had suddenly gone white "we…we can't Jase" Bud stammered .
I smirked harder "Scared Bud?"
"No way" Bud suddenly stood up "I'm not scared of anythin!"
"We go after sunset…"I said, Bud raised an eye brow
"So we can sneak out easier" I said.
Bud nodded "meet ya here then"
I was so ready to prove him wrong, the whole town of stupid fools wrong.
But the only one I was going to prove wrong…was me…