I don't own the rights to both Haunted Mansion ride and movie.


The first glimpse of the house took her breath away. She also recognized it. It was the house she of her dreams. She had been here before. Her heart beated faster and for a moment she closed her eyes. Visions of the house and its inhabitants passed. The man who lived there and some other people, probably servants. She also saw herself. When she opened her eyes she had a smile on her face. She got out of the car and walked over to the iron gate that seperated her from the house. The lock was big and rusty. Which one of the keys to use? Before she could make up her mind the lock opened and so did the gates.

Quickly she drove the car through the gate. It closed behind her without a sound.The driveway was long and curvy. It took a while before she reached the house. She parked the car next to a veranda. Once out of the car she took in her surroundings. The trees were dead, and a small lake in front of the house had black water or something like that. There was no birdsong, no life, nothing. Only death and decay. "What have I done?" she whispered. Then she shook the bad thoughts away and climbed the stairs.

The keys in her hand weighted heavy. One of them was for the door, but which one. She took one of the keys and tried to open the door. It turned out to be the wrong key. After 2 more tries she had the right key and opened the door. She stepped inside and looked around. The smell of the house reminded her of her beloved late grandmother. The hall had an oak floor. It also had some old and worn rugs. Another hall lead to another door. There seems to be some armoury there. On the left and right a stair case lead to other parts of the house. On both her left and right hallways lead to more parts of the house. There was dust everywhere. And from the corner of her eyes she saw spiders running from the daylight that shone through the open door.

She listened closely, but there was no sound. It was if the house was holding it's breath. Her heartbeat was fast, but she was not affraid. Only curious.

"Honey, I'm home," she said and giggled. This house haunted? It made her laugh, but the laughing stopped when she heard a voice.

"Hello my dear. Had a good trip?"

She turned around and there he was the man she had seen on the painting. Before she could say anything he went on.

"You must be very tired." He walked over and took her by the hand. "Your hands are cold " he said surprised.

"It's not really warm in here."

He nodded. "Let me take you to the study."


On her way to the study she saw antique furniture and paintings in the hall. She didn't know where to look. It was so familiair and yet it wasn't. She had dreamt about this house, but this was prettier than she though. She looked at the man next to her. He was all she ever dreamt of, but he was also dead.

He stopped when he saw her looking at him. "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head. "I try to take in the beauty of this house. It's overwhelming"

"You get used to it," he said with a smile.

"Really?"

He laughed and nodded. Then he opened the door to the study.

She stepped inside and her mouth fell open. "Wow," was all she could say. She let go of Edward's hand and walked into the room. "This is amazing."

She saw a cosy fire behind a desk, which was full of the most bizarre things. Above the fireplace hung a painting. She recognized Edward. There were shelves full of books, 3 storeys high as far as she could see. There were some small staircases that lead to the higher rows of books. The mozique tiled floor took her breath away. On some tables nearby lay more books, combined with papers on a lions skin. She stepped back to take it all in, and tripped over some books on the floor. Edward catched her before she could fall.

"Sorry about that. I forgot to take these away." Her face was close to his and he saw her blush. He smiled and lead her to some coaches that were in the middle of the room. "Do you want a drink?"

"Yes please."

The drink trolley didn't have many drinks, but he found something for her. "What do you want? A sherry, Whiskey. I am not sure about the taste though. It's over a 100 years old now I think."

"I am sure it's nice. The older the better is what they say. I'll have a sherry please."

While he poured her the drink, her attention was drawn by a piano that was placed in the conservatory. She walked over and her fingers touched the keys. To her surprise the piano was tuned. She sat down at the stool in front of the piano. It had been a while, but she could play. When she started playing she heard the sound of broken glass behind her. She got up and saw that Edward had dropped her glass. "Is anything wrong?"

"How do you know that melody?"

"I don't know. I heard it in my dreams. "Why?

"This was our song. Elizabeth and I used to dance on that tune."

"Really? That is amazing. There must be a reason for me being here, buying the house."

He poured her another drink and walked over to her. "It has been a long time ago since I've heard it. I never thought I would hear it again."

"Would you like to hear it again?"

While he walked over to her he thought about it. "Yes please. Maybe it helps me to get over her."

"I am sure you will be together one day."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I am waiting so long to be reunited, I doubt if it's going to happen. I am trapped in this house."

Firmly she shook her head. "You deserve to be happy."

"I am happy now. You have come back."

"I am not your Elizabeth. Although I must say that you look very handsome for a 120 year old man." she said, giggling.

He smiled. "Let's hear that song then. See what you make of it." He took her hand and kissed it. Then he placed it on the keys. With a blush she played their song.