I don't own the characters of the Haunted Mansion. This story has elements of the movie in it, but is different.
Elizabeth gasped and looked at her iPhone again. "It can't be," she kept on whispering. The painting on her phone showed a man, early 30s she thought, with coledark hair, a friendly face with brown eyes, a Greek nose (as she called it), and full red lips. She recognized him. He visited her in her dreams, where he did things with her she never heard of. Or at least, nothing that her friends told her. With a smile she looked at the painting.
The day went quickly. She had no time to think about her chat with aunt Ursula or her discovery of that beautiful painting. She had to wait untill she was on her own again.
"Strange that I didn't find a painting or photo of that George Ramsley," she thought. She was so anxious to be on her own that even her mother noticed.
"Is everything allright?"
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.
"I have a headache, that is all."
Her mother nodded.
"Had a chat with your aunt Augusta?"
Before Elizabeth could say anything, her mother held up her hand and said "I saw the two of you together."
"She wants me to marry one George Gracey".
"What?"
"Yes mum, she wants me to marry that guy."
"No way. If you are marrying, it will not be with that piece of shit."
Elizabeth giggled. Her mother hardly curzed, but when she did, you'd better start running.
Her mother saw her giggle and gave her a wry smile.
"I mean it Lizzy, you can marry everybody, but not that guy. He is a vile creature, not good enough for you."
"Can you tell aunt Augusta that."
"She would never listen. She never does. Go to your room and try to rest a bit."
Elizabeth nodded and went to her room.
She took her iPhone and googled George Ramsley again. This time she added the year 2018 to it. The search result was completely different. She saw photos of a thin, long man with blonde hair and ice cold blue eyes. Elizabeth shutthered. What a creep. Aunt Augusta could try what she wanted, but this was not the guy she was going to marry.
She googled Edward Gracey and found the painting again. She smiled when she saw him. She saved the photo of the painting and made it the wallpaper of her phone. He must have lived in the house she bought. Gracey Manor it was called, as she remembered. She was curious about the house and anxious to go there. Looking at her wallpaper she whispered, "I wish you would have been here instead of this horrible guy."
She was able to get some sleep and her headache was gone when her mother woke her up.
"Wake up dear, it,'s time for dinner."
"I'm comming mum "
She opened the door of her bedroom and heard the muffled voices of her family. One voice was loud and made her shiver. George Gracey had arrived.
