Hello everyone, I am Miss Bambi and this is my first fan fic woot! Well this fic is based off the ride the Haunted Mansion, and the reason I decided to write this was because for about two years I have been obsessed with finding out whatever I could about the rides storyline since the movie's didn't exactly interest me (I still love it though!) So after gathering alot of information I have finally decided to write a journal type story. And I just want to mention the quote in the summary is from another one of my Haunted Mansion fan fics I would like to finish and put it up, but it will be the last one. Note that I am not a professional at writing, simply someone who wants to express their knowledge through a story, so please don't bash me; I have had people do it before. Suggestions would be nice but no cursing or words that put down.
Disclaimer: I did not create the character of Lillian O'Malley (she's the woman on the tight wire over a pit of alligators on the stretching portrait if you did not know) and I do not own the Haunted Mansion or the Disney franchise nor am I affiliated with the Disney Company.
March 11, 1904
We have made it safely to New Orleans. It is very different from Tennessee, but then again every place we travel to is not the same as the one before. Traveling sounds
exciting, it's every young girls dream to see the sights I have seen, but not the way I've come about it. I must work to travel. If not the Boss, the troupes ringleader, will boot
me out on the streets. You see I'm a tight walker and I take my job very seriously. Some people believe you simply walk out on a piece of string and that's it. It takes a lot of
concentration,balancing yourself and slowly walking across. I should get an award for being able to keep focused with the audience yelling and calling out rude remarks or
just plain idiotic statements. Them calling out rarely bothers me anymore but when I began my work with the circus I let almost everything get to me, I can now call myself a
professional.