Christine is mine, but everything else belongs to Disney, especially the Ghost Gallery.
I guess you could say that it all started with my grandmother. She was always a tad bit crazy. She wanted freedom, to not be restrained. But for her freedom, she did a terrible thing. She killed my grandfather. Split his head in half one night while my father was away at school.
My father didn't know his father well, and I suppose that's why he acted the way that he did. After grandmother's trial, (at which she was proclaimed innocent on grounds of being a widow,) she moved away to Europe, and no one ever saw her again. Not alive, anyway.
Now, it was time for my father to inherit the family estate. He did so, and had a plan about how he would spend his fortune. He roamed the country for months, looking for a spiritual medium to help him contact my grandfather. One night, he took a break from his travels, and visited the circus. The tightrope act particularly interested him, since the woman performing it was quite beautiful. Her name was Miss Lillian O'Malley. She had been born in Atlanta of rich parents. At age 15, she had fallen in love with a circus performer named Alex. They were together one night, but the next night he left her without a word. She pined for a little while, and then followed the circus to Alabama, where to her misfortune, she discovered that Alex had been killed by a lion. It was at that point that the young Miss Lillian made her decision to stay on with the circus, doing the tightrope act so that she could be close to the boy she had once loved.
However, once my father got his mind set on something, it was hard to make him let it go. After months of wooing, my mother consented to his proposal of marriage.
They were married on a happy summer afternoon, and at their wedding, they could do nothing but express their love for each other.
But their happiness wouldn't last long. Married or not, my father was still searching for a medium to help him contact his father.
For one of their first trips as a married couple, my parents went to Mardi gras. There, in Louisiana, my father found her. The perfect spiritual medium. Her name was Madame Leota, but I don't believe that she was anymore a madam then I am the Queen of England.
Anyway, my father invited her to move in with him and my mother. Leota was in love with my father, and was not shy about expressing her feelings. She would coddle him, but say nasty things to my poor mama behind his back. Whenever Mama would try and tell him what Leota was doing, he would merely shrug it off and tell her to spend some more time with her roses and not be so histrionic.
But he and Lillian did have a child together of course. A girl born on May 13, 1917.
My name is Christine Lillian O'Malley Gracey, and this is my story.