Henry shuddered. "I know it isn't the same ride, but the room still creeps me out." he mentioned to a ballerina in one of the pictures. "I mean, you know..."

"It's a ballerina," Cora said. "Nothing creepy about that, unless it's Hook cross-dressing."

"Hey!" Hook said. "I don't cross-dress THAT much!"

"Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your... Ghost Host," an overhead voice spoke ominously.

"Ooh," Charming said. "Pretty lights!"

"Kindly step all the way in please and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now. Our tour begins here in this gallery where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state," the Ghost Host continued.

"Ooh, the Ghost Host still sounds creepy," Emma said.

"Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmm?"

"Well, f*ck," Emma mumbled, watching the pictures move up to reveal that the ballerina was standing on a thin wire above a crocodile. Hook paled.

"IT'S A CROCODILE!" he screamed. "GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAAAAY!"

"That's actually really clever," Cora noted. "I wish I'd thought of that, but I want moving pictures in my house. I must find out what kind of magic they're using!"

"And consider this dismaying observation. This chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge, to find a way out!"

"I'M SCARED!" Snow bawled, grabbing onto Timothy and at the same time clawing for Charming, whose eyes widened in the dark.

"THERE'S SOMETHING GRABBING ME!" he howled.

"I'M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU! WHAT IF IT GETS ME?!" Snow shrieked. "EAT HIM FIRST! EAT CHARMING FIRST!"

"AAAH!" Charming shrieked.

"Of course, there's always my way," the Ghost Host continued, just as the group looked up to see the flash of thunder and lightning and hear an echoing scream.

"I can't get any connection to call for help," Neal said, his eyes widening. "I knew I should've switched to Verizon!"

"Phew," Belle said, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw the doors open up. "I forgot that happened for a second there."

"It's the same ride, but it's so... different," Gold commented.

"Of course," Regina said. "They always deck it up around Halloween and Christmas in the months October and December to fit with the tale of Jack Skellington and-"

"Okay, okay, we get it!" Emma hissed as she walked into a familiar hallway with moving pictures.

"Oh, I didn't mean to frighten you prematurely, the real chills come later. Now, as they say, look alive, and we'll continue our little tour. And let's all stay together, please."

"OH MY GOD! IT'S A SHIP!" Hook screamed, running up to a picture. "I LOVE THIS SHIP I WANT IT!"

"It's a picture, Hook," Gold said.

"IT'S MORE THAN A PICTURE!"

"Dear God, it's like 'Timothy 2'," Emma mumbled.

"NOOO!" Neal suddenly screamed, seeing the two statues at the end of the hall that appeared to look wherever you went. "IT'S A WEEPING ANGEL! IT'S GONNA KILL US!"

"What?" Emma said. "But that isn't an angel."

"DON'T STOP LOOKING AT IT!" Hook howled. "WE'LL ALL DIE! WE'RE ALL DEAD!"

Emma dragged the two away from the statue, just as Neal glared at it. "I'm watching you."

"There are several prominent ghosts who have retired here from creepy old crypts from all over the world. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here, but there's room for a thousand. Any volunteers?"

Cora swallowed and jumped up. "PICK ME! PICK MEEE!"

"If you insist on lagging behind, you may not need to volunteer," the Ghost Host continued. "The carriage that will carry you into the moldering sanctum of the spirit world will accommodate you and one or two loved ones. Kindly watch your step as you board, please. We spirits haunt our best in gloomy darkness, so remember, no flash pictures, please."

"DARN IT!" Hook shrieked, placing his camera in his bag as he climbed into a carriage with Cora. Gold and Belle boarded a cart, Emma and Neal, Charming and Snow, Regina and Henry.

"HELP! THE BAR WON'T GO DOWN!" Snow screamed. "I'M GONNA FALL OUT AND DIE! I'M GONNA DIE IN THE HAUNTED MANSION... AT DISNEYLAND! OH MY GOD, I CAN SEE THE LIGHT ALREADY!"

"Do not pull down on the safety bar, please, I will lower it for you," the Ghost Host warned.

"Oops," Snow said. "Forgot that bit."

"I think I'm deaf," Charming moaned.

"And heed this warning, the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times," the Ghost Host finished just as the group was pulled into a corridor filled with doors.

"There's too many doors!" Charming screamed.

"I may never look at a door the same way again," Cora ruefully noted.

"But if there's a door, there's got to be a way out," Snow said, trying to get out of the cart just as the doorknob rattled as if there was something in there trying to get out.

"All our ghosts have been dying to meet you! This one can hardly contain himself!"

"Never mind," she said hastily.

"Sounds like a Hook ghost," Cora said with a grin.

"I am not a ghost!" Hook whined. "You're a ghost!"

"Unfortunately, they all seem to have trouble getting through. Perhaps Madame Leota can establish contact. She has a remarkable head for materializing the disembodied."

"It's the head," Henry said. "It's the talking green head again."

"ELPHABA! WHAT DID I TELL YOU LAST TIME?!" Cora yelled, trying to stand up. "YOU GET YOUR HEAD DOWN FROM THERE AT ONCE! YOU'LL CATCH A HEADCOLD!" she sat back down.

"She's so hardheaded at times," she mumbled to Hook as Madame Leota continued to chant. "She really does give me a headache."

"Why isn't her chant appearing on the page?" Henry wondered suddenly.

"Disney owns the rights," Emma said with a shrug.

"The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They're assembling for a swinging wake, and they'll be expecting me. I'll see you all a little later..."

"Sounded wrong," Hook said just as the group was pulled into a familiar hall, one that they recognized similar to the gingerbread-house room.

"There's too many ghosts in here," Regina said. "And not enough scare, it seems," she mumbled, just as a ghost lifted up a gun.

"I SURRENDER!" she screamed.

"Facepalm," Emma mumbled.


All righty! So a few reviewers asked a chapter ago what I auditioned for, it's a short part in Sister Act for the solo 'Shout'.

Now, there's one specific review...

Stella 7/25/13 . chapter 54

500 reviews! Congratulations! I stand by my previous review. Could you pleaseeee have them meet their actors? And if you are going to WDW then go on Rockin' Roller Coaster in Hollywood Studios. Thanks!

I'm very, very sorry, I really am, but real-life people/characters aren't allowed in FanFictions. Seriously, it's in the guidelines I have to submit to every time I post something new.

"Entries not allowed:

Non-historical and non-fictional characters: actors, musicians"

So there you are. Sorry about that. I'd really have a lot of fun with that, and don't get me wrong, it's a brilliant idea. I'll have them do Rockin' Roller Coaster, but is there anything else you'd like?

Now! For the rest of my lovely readers, please do continue to R&R! Thanks to all of you and I shall see you in the next chapter!