Lonelywerewolf: Here I am again, introducing the second ghost...I will try my best to describe one of the ride's most incredible scenes, which I believe is the gallery...ah and before I forget,
BWAHAHA, the ghost host is talking..
My name is..., Andy is reading..
Any of the names included in this fanfiction that may relate to real people are a mere coincidence..
And read and review...
Chapter 2: The Gallery
Andy awoke with a start. She shook her head, then looked up suddenly, the rotting corpse was gone. But what amazed her more was that she now was in a gallery, if she had remembered correctly she had been in the lobby, she gulped. Someone must have moved her, right now she wanted to faint again. She could barely make out the sound of thunder outside of the house.
The book lay next to her, opened this time the image of the gallery were she was at the moment. Like with the earlier page, words began to materialize out of nowhere, and calming herself down, Andy grabbed the book and began to read. "Ah, you have awaken, so kind of you to finally join us…now let us continue…did I mention this gallery to you? Of course not! This gallery was one of the favorites of Master Gracey, and also the sight of a murder, did you know?" Andy heard a door closed, and turned around. Now ,my dear lady, consider this small observation…this gallery has no windows…and no doors…and here is the chilling challenge: to find a way out! HAHAHAHA!! Andy looked up at the nearby paintings, they all looked down at her, eyes piercing her own. Of course, there is always my way… She gulped then looked back at the book and began to read.
"In this very room, my dear, a man called Jonathan House, past to a new life, well not literaly, anyway. One of the mansion's first guests after the master's death, the new owner in fact…" Nearby the painting of a old lady standing on top of a stone seemed to wink at her, Andy quickly shook her head and continued."Did I mention that the picture of his wife is in this very room? After buying the mansion, Master House, decided to renovated by adding an enormous library that is not far away from here, plus a beautiful garden that you will soon see…even with all his riches, however, he could not escape the fate that had engulfed him that day…" The painting of the woman began to stretch, revealing she was standing upon a tall gravestone, the words, Jonathan House, were engraved on it. "His fate lay in the hands of his wife, and none other…he was killed in this very room by her, after all…what? Did you not understand the joke?" Andy looked back at the same painting of the old lady, eyes wide. The painting stretch enough for her to see, the bust of man with an axe through his head. A scream filled the room, and Andy had time to evade the axe that had been thrown towards her. She looked at the axe, that now was stuck in the fine wood, then the girl looked back at the painting. The old lady was gone….Ha, she was such a funny lady, although unlike you, Master House had very little chance, now then… Another painting caught the girl's eye, it was a beautiful woman in a wedding dress, holding a parasol, her eyes uneasy looking down, to what Andy believed her toes. Let us continue, please, and look alive! It is barely the beginning!