"Kelly Mansion used to be a lighthouse on the outskirts of Angel Grove. Ted Kelly and his wife Gabrielle came to Angel Grove during the 1920s," Ernie began, "Theodore Kelly was in the business of making coffins while his wife Gabrielle acted as mortician, preparing the dead."

A shiver ran down Trini's spine. She shuddered. Even Jason, who was all tough, couldn't repress a shudder. Kimberly scooted closer to Tommy and clung to his arm. He was enjoying this. Zack was enjoying it too. He was the daredevil of the group—always trying out something new or crazy. If anybody was going to be in, it would be him. Billy was getting scared but interested. Ernie continued.

"The Kellys bought the lighthouse in 1923, three years after they arrived in Angel Grove. They asked permission from the county to tear down the lighthouse and convert the main quarters into a sprawling mansion. It would also double as a workplace for the Kellys. Teddy built a parlor for Gabrielle on the first floor where she could work on her 'art,' so-to-speak. The second floor was Ted's workshop where he built the coffins. They made a very good living, had a few friends, and were lucky enough to raise a family with seven children. But not everyone was happy."

"Not everyone?" Billy and Tommy asked, in unison.

"You see, when Angel Grove was still small, everyone knew each other. This was just a small town in the 20s, before it became a city. Everyone knew each other. And one neighbor wasn't pleased with the Kellys. This lady—she was a witch."

Trini recoiled at the words, as if bitten by a snake. She would've fallen off the stool were it not for Billy and Kimberly catching her in time. Kimberly, too, was repulsed at the word. Witch. That one word rang clearly in her head, echoing, as if to taunt her with it. She clung tighter to Tommy. He put an arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

"Ernie, stop scaring the girls, man," Jason said.

"Hey, Zack here, asked for it." Jason and Tommy glared at Zack.

"Hey! You know I love a good ghost story," he said in defense.

"And you know, too, how much the girls hate it. Especially Trini." There was an edge in his voice.

"Sorry."

"Jase," Trini said, "It's alright. It's okay. Let's hear the rest of the story."

"You sure about this, Tri?"

"Positive. Ernie hasn't even gotten to the good part yet."

"Alright. As long as I know you're okay. And Kim."

"No, I haven't. Now, where were we? Oh, yes… Naomi Hart." It was Kim's turn to recoil. Her breath caught in her throat. She was shocked.

"H-Hart? Did you just say Naomi Hart?"

Trini turned to Kim and noticed she looked pale, "You okay, girl?"

"I—I'm fine. I just—I need some time to…recover." She took a sip of her smoothie while Tommy rubbed her back.

After a few minutes, after making sure she was okay, Kimberly spoke, "She was…my second great grandmother."

"I'm sorry," Ernie said, "Maybe I should stop."

"No, keep going," Kim said, "I was just…you know they say the sins of one generation can haunt the succeeding ones?"

"That's true," Billy said, "But what if your great grandmother wasn't really a witch? What if it's just family legend? Every family has one."

"Billy, I know my great grandmother. She says Naomi was a real witch with powers. Nobody messed with her."

"Nobody messed with her, indeed. And she thought that the Kellys brought bad luck to Angel Grove. And they often crossed her. So she hexed them—cast a spell on them."

"What kind of spell?" Kimberly asked.

"A curse so strong it killed them all. Servants, their children…" Kimberly couldn't breathe. Her mouth was hanging open. Tommy gritted his teeth, wanting to punch either Zack or Ernie.

"None of them survived?" Jason asked.

"Not one," Ernie said, "They never got a chance to be happy. Death was a frequent visitor at the Kelly Mansion. In fact, the curse was so strong they say it affects anyone who sets foot on the property. They dubbed it Death Mansion."

"God," Zack said, with a shiver.

"Not many of their children lived to enjoy a good, long life. And none died peacefully. Renée, their oldest daughter fell out the window of the seventh floor when she was only five. Nobody could explain how it happened."

Trini gasped. Zack looked aghast. Tommy flinched for the first time in his life. Kimberly clung tighter to him. Jason was holding onto the counter, his knuckles already white from the pressure. Only Billy looked calm. But he wasn't either. His cup was evidence enough. It was shaking because of his hand. He took a sip of his spinach juice to mask a gulp he hoped no one would notice.

"Their second daughter Gabriella was crushed by a falling chandelier when she was nine. Their daughter Adrienne was carried out to sea during a storm and was never found. She was just twelve. Robby was seventeen when he was crushed under the weight of a falling boulder. He was on the beach looking after his younger brothers and only-surviving sister Xenia. At twenty, Robby's brothers killed each other. Only Xenia and her parents now remained."

"What happened to her?" Billy asked.

"Xenia was set to be married. After discovering that her lover had slept with someone else—and probably loved that someone—she jumped off the cliff and plunged to her death in the waves below."

"What happened to Gabrielle and Ted?" Jason asked.

"Gabriella died of a heart attack. Teddy was driven mad and committed suicide."

"You said the servants all died, too?" Billy said.

"Every single one of them. Every member of the household. Ten of the maids died in a fire when the mansion burned down. The servants who reconstructed the house died when a part of the scaffolding collapsed on them. Some died of uncanny, unexplainable deaths. Accidents. Their cook who also served as their butler, chauffer, and hearse driver lost control and died in a crash. Well? I wouldn't have time to tell you every detail. It's getting late. You all should go home."

"We want to hear the rest," Trini said, "What happened after that? I mean, the ghost stories, the haunting."

"Well, they say to this day, the Kellys and their servants still haunt Kelly Mansion. You can hear strange sounds at night. Creaking. Moans. Cries. Sobbing. Chains rattling, things moving. Falling and crashing. Gunshots. Laughter. When the Kellys were younger, Teddy Kelly created a very efficient system. After Gabrielle finishes with her responsibility of dressing the dead, she would place the body on a wooden plank, pull a lever, the plank would rise, carried by chains, and the floor of the workshop would open to receive the dead. At night, they say, you can hear the floor open and close as though it were still there. But the thing is, it isn't anymore. They boarded it up and the parlor has been rearranged. And you can still hear the lever being pulled."

"What else have you heard about the place?" Kimberly asked.

"To this day, they say that the Kellys and their servants seek revenge…" he trailed off.