Walt Disney is well-known for saying "Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world."

There have been so many changes made to the WDW Resort lately (or maybe I've just been more aware of them) that I've started to wonder how the Characters react to these alterations. I honestly believe that the Disney Parks are alive in their own strange way, and when your home changes you're bound to notice. Here I'll post a collection of one-shots having to do with recent changes. I'll most likely add more as attraction refurbishments are announced. In addition, this is a challenge for me to be able to write shorter. Everything will be 500 words or less.

Also, I adore all the references that have been incorporated into the Haunted Mansion's new interactive queue. They make my inner Disney nerd happy.


Epitaphs

The Florida night fell silently, as it always did. The transition from bright daylight to murky dusk was all but unnoticeable until it was already complete. At nine o'clock precisely, the skies above the Magic Kingdom at the Walt Disney World Resort exploded with fireworks and music. Within twenty minutes the night had settled down again, and after another few hours the entire park was still.

Not a soul moved along the empty thoroughfares of Liberty Square and Frontierland. The sky was gloomy and overcast, the veil of clouds obscuring the stars but thin enough for the moon to cast a faint silvery glow over the world.

In the shadow of a forbidding, willow-flanked mansion, a new area had appeared almost overnight. Queue ropes wound through it, weaving around an unfamiliar assortment of tombs and ossuaries, an unremarkable wall separating it from the regular queue line for the time being. But not everyone could be kept out by something as simple as a solid barrier.

Tonight, a presence moved through the space, inspecting the atmosphere and the new memorials that had been erected in honor of some of the mansion's more…illustrious inhabitants. Occasionally the presence appeared as a stately, sallow-faced man, identical to the portrait above the mantle in the manor's foyer. More often, though, he was noticeable to the living only as a chilling voice echoing about them from nowhere. He did love the uneasiness that produced.

A few paces into the queue, ethereal fingers coalesced into existence and ran across the pipes of an ornate organ built into the wall. A crow called out in the distance as the fingers lingered a moment over the label Ravenscroft that adorned the keyboard.

"Hmm…"

As the path turned a corner, a high, screeching tune emanated from the side of the Crypt of the Decomposing Composer, activated by an invisible touch. The music was discordant and grating to mortal senses but thoroughly enjoyable to the ears of the mansion's residents. This would indeed be an interesting addition to the endless entertainment of the manor's swinging wake.

Turning once more to take in the open space, the Ghost Host observed with satisfaction that his own gravestone had been accorded a place of honor in the center of it all.

Master Gracey, Laid to rest

No mourning please, at his request

Farewell

It pleased him to see that the earth around the headstone had been neatly tended, though he'd always thought the weeds added a nice touch.

Master Gracey moved soundlessly through the remainder of the queue, pausing at last in front of a tall, cracked stone wall. Fresh epitaphs lined the crumbling blocks but his attention was drawn upward to the top left corner.

Farewell forever

Mister Frees

Your voice will carry on the breeze

A thin smile pulled at the Ghost Host's lips. "Well."

The iconic baritone rumbled from his throat, drifting in the air as though to fulfill the epitaph's promise.

"It's about time."