Author's Notes: Disney owns the Haunted Mansion. Courtney and Myrriah are characters I created. I named the organ player after Xavier Antencio and Buddy Baker, who wrote the song "Grim, Grinning Ghosts."
"How was it that you died?" asked the young man as he and Myrriah twirled across the dance floor.
"Well, " Myrriah began, "we built this tree house and we forgot to nail it down to the tree, and then that tornado came up..."
"Is this all you know how to play?" asked Courtney.
The organ player, a very stern and serious looking man, crossed his arms over his chest. "No. I am the world famous Xavier Baker, the most talented organ player of my time."
"Of your time, maybe. Get with the 21st century, buddy. This stuff gets so depressing after a while. Ooh! I know!"
The dancers stopped in their tracks and stared at Courtney, who was now playing a peculiar song on the organ.
Myrriah sighed.
"What song is she playing?" asked the ghost Myrriah was dancing with.
"Bohemian Rhapsody," Myrriah muttered as she rubbed her temples and sighed. "I'll go talk to her." She turned to walk away. "Oh, hold that dance for me, I'll be right back!"
As Myrriah approached the organ, Mr. Baker was yelling, "They don't like the song changed!"
"Everyone's dancing," Courtney said as she continued to play. "What's the big deal?"
"It's not the dancers I'm worried about!"
Myrriah approached the organ. "What did I tell you about playing Queen music?"
Before Courtney could answer, skull like wraiths flew out of the organ.
"What are those...things?" asked Courtney.
"Those are the things that don't like the music changed," Mr. Baker said in a condescending tone. "And if I were you, I would DUCK!"
The wraiths began dive-bombing Courtney and Myrriah, and then flew after the dancers. The once graceful dancers slipped and tripped as the wraiths flew past like torpedoes, zipping through guests and wailing at the top of their lungs.
Mr. Baker grabbed a net from behind the organ. "Okay, guys, back in the pipes!" He took off after the wispy skulls.
"Something tells me a butterfly net isn't going to do much good," Myrriah muttered.
"Well, what are you two just standing around for? Catch them!" Mr. Baker yelled.
The girls nodded and took off after the wraiths.
"Got one!" Courtney cried triumphantly. "Uh, what do I do with it?"
"Stuff it back in the organ!" Mr. Baker yelled. "Once you put them back, they won't come back out!"
This continued for nearly five more minutes until there was only one little wraith left...
It hovered tauntingly at the end of the long dinner table in the middle of the ballroom. Sitting at the far end of the table, oblivious to the goings-on, Victoria. She tugged at a stray strand of orange hair. "What to wish for..." she muttered as she stared down at her birthday cake.
"Got cha'!" cried Myrriah as she leapt for the wraith. It jumped up out of her reach and she slid across the table, crashing into plates and glasses. Victoria grabbed her cake and jumped up as Myrriah slid off the end of the table and crashed into her. The cake flew in the air and landed on their heads.
Myrriah grinned sheepishly and blew out the flame on the candle on Victoria's head. "Happy death day?" Myrriah said with a weak smile and a shrug. The little wraith bounced on the cake, singing "Happy Birthday to You" in a squeaky, high-pitched voice.