-1Saiai: Hooray! I wrote my first fanfic finally! Hehe, dedicated to one of my favorite rides at Disney and one of their newest movies! GO SEE! It's gooood!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Haunted Mansion! The ride nor the movie, Disney Co. does. Wish I did though, it's such a cool ride! I would have it in my backyard if I could::hops in doombuggie and rides for 100th time: See ya when I get back!

Chapter 1: Flashback To That Dreadful Night

He walked corridor through corridor, searching for his bride.

"Emily!" his masculine, deep voice shouted out, "Emily, where are you!" he called out. He heard soft footsteps that headed up the stairs to his left. He grinned a bit, "Playfully little child." He slowly followed her, keeping his distant. He knew she wanted to play her game, and he was more than willing to play with his young love. "Emily, come out where ever you are!" he called out playfully to her. The young sixteen year old girl made a soft giggle as she jumped into a trunk. She pulled the lid down and encased herself in the dark, stuffy thing. Master George Gracey searched all over the cramped, circular attic. No sign of his Emily. "Sneaky little thing," he sighed. He turned and left the attic, shutting the door closed.
A greenish fog formed across the floor of the attic. Soft, tapping footsteps made there way over to the trunk. An eerie, feminine voice spoke out, "Stupid girl, I don't need you, just your money!" she shoved a key into the trunk's keyhole and locked it shut. "Become one of the newest residence of this haunted mansion, there is always plenty of room for one more!" she let out an evil cackle as she made her way to the attic door, where she vanished, and the fog was gone.
The household servants were in frenzy. "Search every room! Every inch of this damned house! No one is allowed to rest until they find Emily!" Master Gracey commanded. He rubbed his forehead as he went to search himself. Emily, the game is over, please come out of your hiding place.

"Master!" a voice called out to him. "Master! Master Gracey come quick!" He rushed down the long hallways and made his way to the voice that called him.

"What is it? What, you found her?" A female servant curtsied to him.

"No, sir, but the Madam thinks she has."

"I do not think, I know," out stepped Madam Leota from a darkened doorway. "I know where she is Master Gracey, please allow me to show you."

"Why didn't you say anything sooner, Leota!" he growled at her.

"Don't raise your voice to me, Master Gracey! I was consulting the spirits, that takes time! You should know."

"Yes, of course Leota, forgive me" he said quietly as he followed her back to the attic doorway.

"Are you positive she's in here Leota? We search several times."

"Are you doubting me again, Master Gracey?"
"Never." The Madam stopped in front of the trunk. "Open the trunk, Master Gracey!" she said as if it were a joke. He did as he was told. He knelt down and lifted the top of the trunk. A cold chill went down his spine when he saw the fear struck look on his poor Emily's face.

"Emily!" he shrieked out. "Emily!" he reached into the trunk and pulled the cold corpse close to him. "No, my Emily! Why are my loved ones always taken from me?"

"Poor Master Gracey," Leota said with barely any compassion. "You have a way with choosing women who don't really want to be brides, don't you?"

"What is that suppose to mean, Leota!" tears screamed down his face as he still hugged the corpse to him.

"Emily.never really wanted to get married, Master Gracey. So she decided to end her life, I'm truly, truly sorry my master." She lowered her head, keeping up her mourning act.

"That can't be true! She seemed so happy, so full of life! Why would she just, out of the blue, decide this isn't what she wants! She knew she could have came to me and ended it all. She didn't wanted too!" he screamed at Leota.

"Don't doubt me, Master!" she once more repeated the only thing she asked from him, ",she was child, now let her go in peace." Leota turned and walked away from the crying master of the house.

"Emily, my dear, sweet Emily. I will prove my undying love for you."

Charisa typed away at her keyboard. She stuffed a potato chip in her mouth, her eyes never leaving the screen. She chewed slowly, as her eyes scanned the screen of the computer. "That's so frickin cool!" she spat out. Suddenly, two hands came down onto her shoulders.

"What is?" Charisa screamed as she threw the bag of potato chips in the air.

"Chill out will you. I swear I don't get you, you're the president of our school's Supernatural Club, but you are so jumpy."

"Well, don't grabbed onto me like that! Geez." she brushed back some auburn bangs that strayed into her eyes. "Oh, listen to this, I found a new place for us to check out!"
"Great." Ari said sarcastically. "Where is the dump?"

"It's not a dumb, " Charisa protested. "It's the Gracey Manor, you know on that big hill over looking the old quarry and river."
"That place is such bullshit!"

"No, no, listen! Look, Ub van der Iwerks, a Dutch burgermeister, built the mansion in 1671. The house then went to Colonel Ronald Stevens, after Ub van der Iwerks went mad. Colonel Ronald Stevens, too, went mad, and his family gave up the deed to the house to the American Spiritualist Society. The society claims that at least nine hundred and ninety nine spirits exist in that mansion. The society was then disbanded in 1914. Then the fabulous manor became the home of the Gracey family. Doesn't that just rock!" she flung her hands up with excitement as she read the webpage word for word to her friend.

"You know what would rock, a delicious pizza for dinner that's what would rock!" Ari yelled in frustration at her friend.

"Oh come on, Ari!" Charisa squealed. "Forget about dinner for two seconds!"

"Maybe my mind can, but my stomach can't. You had me sittin' here lookin' for places to go to for spring break, which is getting pretty boring if you ask me, and we found nothing. And now you wanna go to the biggest load of bull ever."

"It's not a load of bull! Gracey Manor is the most haunted place in all of Louisiana!" "Ah, no, it is the most biggest load of bullshit I ever heard. All those stories are made up! People see a big house, alone on a hill, and automatically think, Oh my god it's haunted!"

"But the American Spiritualist…"

"They were disbanded for a reason, my dear. They were frauds!" Ari interrupted.

"Ari, please listen to me!"
"Charisa, come on, be for real. If we're gonna go somewhere this spring break, I want to go somewhere worth while! All our trips have been nothing, but failure. We come back, as the laughing stock of the school. I'm tired of being mocked for my beliefs, Charisa."

"Ari, I'm sorry. But I have a feeling…"

"Again?"

"Why do you cut me off? That's not fair!"
"Look, can we make this Gracey Manor a last resort please? I mean we can't make a decision without the others anyway."

"I know, and alright, I guess so." Charisa turned her computer chair, looking at the picture of the beautiful manor one last time. What beauty, what elegance this place must have had.

:Saiai's doombuggie comes back to the loading dock: So, did ya enjoy chappie one? I hope so. Please review on what you think about it so far, I know it's not much, but :giggles: Hurry back, more chapters are soon to follow. Be sure to grab a death certificate on the way out, and make reservations soon. There is always room for one more :evil laugh, chokes, coughs: Sorry, I'll never try to impersonate another HM character again.