Author's Notes: I didn't create the Haunted Mansion or the bride in the attic; Disney owns them. Emily is a fan created name. Myrriah and Courtney are my characters. Emily is a little bit OoC compared to my other HM fanfic, but it works, plus she's got a lot more personality here.

"I can't wait until we get some visitors," said Courtney. "So, where are we stationed?"

Myrriah looked down at the paper George had given them. "The attic."

"Ooh, spooky." Courtney rubbed her hands together. "Let's go."

The attic was cluttered, but not so much that there wasn't a path. Old newspapers, books, trunks, toys, and various other brick-a-brack were lying about. In the far corner, a small group of bats was hanging upside down, napping.

"George seriously needs to consider a garage sale," Myrriah muttered. She picked up a New York Times from 1929. "Hey, wha' da ya know, the stock market crashed."

Courtney laughed. "So, whom were we supposed to meet? Don't we a have a partner?"

"That," said a young woman as she stepped out of the shadows, "would be me."

The transparent woman wore a long, flowing bridal gown and held a candle in one hand. Her long, white hair flowed behind her. Her glowing red heart could be seen as it pounded.

"You must be the two new ghosts." She didn't wait for them to confirm it. "I'm Emily. And you are?"

"Courtney."

"Myrriah."

"Charmed," Emily muttered. "Well, I suppose we're roommates now, so to speak. I have a gimmick already. What I do is float in that corner over there," she pointed to the far corner, "and look all depressed and forlorn."

Myrriah and Courtney looked slightly doubtful.

"Look, it creeps people out," said Emily. "Trust me, I've been doing this for years." She studied them for a moment. "How did you guys die?"

"Well," said Courtney, "Myrriah went through this phase where she wanted to be a snake charmer...And you can figure out where it went."

Emily nodded. "I was murdered on my wedding night. I was locked in this trunk." She tapped an old trunk with her foot. "Some jealous, horrible person shut it and locked it while I was playing hide and seek with my new husband." She sniffed dramatically and wiped away a nonexistent tear and sobbed loudly.

Myrriah and Courtney looked at each other with arched eyebrows.

"Well, enough of my tragic story," said Emily as she held back another fake sob. "Let's figure out what to do with you two." She pondered it for a moment. "I know!"

"What are we supposed to be doing again?" asked Courtney.

"You two just stand there and make me look spooky and pretty," Emily said.

Myrriah glanced down at her horrid tangerine colored dress. "And what are we supposed to be?"

"My bridesmaids."

"I hate tangerine," muttered Courtney.

"And I hate dresses," Myrriah added.

"Be quiet!" Emily hissed. "Some visitors are coming!" She straightened up, cleared her throat, and made her face look sad and grim.

Several ghouls hiding behind boxes and trunks at the entrance of the attic sprang up and shrieked as a trio of kids walked into the attic. The three kids looked to be somewhere between nine and thirteen years old. And they looked terrified.

Myrriah and Courtney shot sympathetic looks to each other.

"Stand straight," Emily hissed. "And look depressed."

Myrriah and Courtney rolled their eyes, but did as she said.

The terrified looking children approached Emily slowly.

"I want to leave," said a girl. "I don't like this place. I'm scared!" She tugged on a boy's sleeve.

"You know what," Myrriah said to Courtney. "I don't think he's coming back." She smiled.

Courtney looked down at her watch, which had stopped when she had died."It has been a long time. Do you think the poor groom got cold feet on his wedding day?"

"I think if a guy stands you up on your wedding day, it's not a good idea to marry him. I mean, if the jerk won't even call after a hundred years or even write some kind of note or letter, then you should just get on with your life. But some people..." Myrriah rolled her eyes.

"Well, hopefully, we'll get some cake out of this," Courtney said.

Myrriah and Courtney sighed dramatically and shook their heads.

The three kids laughed.

"What a ditz!" said the boy. "How stupid do you have to be to wait for your boyfriend until you die?

"Yeah," agreedthe girl. "You'd have to be a real idiot to die for some jerk like that." The kids laughed and walked out of the attic.

Emily waited until they were gone, then she lost her composure. "You two," she fumed, "made me look like an idiot! What is your problem?"

"We were just trying to lighten the mood," said Courtney. "Did you see how scared they were? We don't like to terrify little kids."

"Lighten up," Myrriah told Emily. "You take this way too seriously."

Emily snarled.

"Those two buffoons humiliated me!" Emily screamed. "Right in front of some guests, they made me look like an idiot! I have never been so insulted in all my afterlife!" She huffed.

They were back in George's office. Emily had been outraged by their "atrocious outburst" and demanded that they be "removed from her sight".

George cast a glance over the sheepish duo.

Myrriah shrugged. "We were just trying to make the whole thing a little more entertaining."

"Yeah," Courtney added, "what's the big deal?"

"The 'big deal' is that I had my own little show going and you two-"

"Upstaged you?" George suggested.

Emily looked slightly miffed. "Upstaged wasn't exactly the word I was looking for."

"This isn't going to work out," said George.