With a snap of the reins and a "Giddy up", Rolly slowly clomped his way out of the cemetery. Whatever the light in the forest had been, Myrriah knew it had to do with the guests Victoria had mentioned. She knew they had snuck out somehow.

She smiled as she recalled what Courtney had said earlier that evening about the possibility of more visitors. It wasn't that Courtney's intuition was lacking in any way; it was quite the contrary. She was the type of person people didn't play games of chance and Go Fish with. However, she did allow that intuition to be overshadowed at times, especially if there was the chance of going to a party.

Tonight certainly had not been the first time that had happened…

Rolly suddenly reared up, (or Myrriah guessed that he had reared up, judging by the movement of the harness), and whinnied loudly.

"Whoa, calm down, boy!" Myrriah tugged on the reins. "It's okay, Rolly."

Rolly snorted in protest, but became quiet again and started to trudge into the forest.

"What had you so upset?" asked Myrriah kindly.

"Beats me," said a voice behind her.

"Maybe he's just a spaz," added another.

"Silly pony!" cried a third, high-pitched and somewhat gruff voice.

Myrriah turned around to see three men sitting on the roof of the buggy. The first one was somewhat plump, with a round face and a large, lazy smile. He clutched an old, worn carpetbag in one hand. His suit and top hat were just slightly more battered than the bag. The second ghost tipped his derby to her and flashed a skeletal grin. His tattered coat stopped just below his knees and a large bow tie rested under his chin. If Dustin was thin, this guy was emaciated. The third, and last, spirit was short, hardly more than three feet tall. He had messy hair and a thick beard and mustache. His garb was a simple, long shirt and a metal ball shackled to one ankle as a sinister accessory.

Myrriah's mouth finally seemed to catch up with her brain and she finally managed to sputter, "Where did you guys come from?"

"Rumor is the stork brought me," said the ghost with the carpetbag and the big smile. "Don't mind us, we're just catching a ride. I'm Phineas." He grabbed one of Myrriah's hands and shook it.

"Hi, I'm Ezra," said the skinny specter as he grasped Myrriah's other hand.

"Gus," the short spook said simply. Upon realizing that both of Myrriah's hands were being shaken, he grabbed one of her feet and shook it.

She wrenched her hands and her left foot out of their grasps and introduced herself. "Hey, can you guys help me? I think the guests everyone's looking for are hiding in the woods."

"Eh, nothin' better to do," said Ezra with a shrug. "Sure." He furrowed his brow as if in a deep thought and asked, "How'd you die, kid?"

The urge to tell the truth had subsided and her mischievous nature had once again reared its ugly head. "I was on this trek up Mount Everest," she said with a smile. Her voice lowered to a thrilled whisper. "Our guides had advised us to turn back, but we refused. It was too dangerous, they told us. They left us, calling us mad for venturing on. But still we continued up, despite the harsh winds, thin air, and difficult terrain.

"But," here she grew solemn, "our expedition was doomed. Our supplies were getting low and one member had broken one of his legs. We decided to turn back, but it was too late."

The three men leaned in close, eyes wide with awe and jaws dropped in suspense. "What happened?" breathed Gus.

"Avalanche?" asked Phineas.

"Deranged mountain goats?" guessed Ezra.

Myrriah shook her head. Deranged mountain goats had been a good one, though, so she decided to keep it in mind. "No, it was far worse than any of those. It was…" But before she could say "a slobbering, blood thirsty yeti", the bright light once again flashed in the darkness.

Rolly panicked at the sight of this and Myrriah had to calm him down again. "No, that's a good thing, Rolly, it means we're on the right track."

"Let's just hope nothing else freaks out Spazzy McGee." At the very second Ezra had finished the sentence, menacing clouds gathered overhead and lightning streaked across the black sky, quickly followed by deafening thunder.

This was too much for the poor, invisible horse. He reared up with a terrified whinny and took off into the woods at breakneck speed. "No Rolly!" Myrriah screamed. She pulled back on the reins. Ezra, Phineas, and Gus jumped up to help. The four ghosts tugged on the reins in a vain attempt the slow the creature.

The sudden downpour only made things worse and obscured their view. A brilliant flash of lightning gave them a brief glimpse of where they were heading.

"Oh this isn't good," groaned Phineas as the hearse rapidly approached the huge tree. As the three men yelled at the horse and yanked on the reins, Myrriah froze and stared at the oncoming tree in wide-eyed horror.

"Oh please God not again," she whispered.

Memories that had been buried deeply resurrected themselves. A single scream, louder than the others, echoed through her mind. "Cody nooo!"

Rolly ran right through the tree.

The buggy wasn't so lucky.

The four ghosts were flung from the cart and they watched in silent shock as it collided with the giant oak. Two wheels went flying off in opposite directions. Rolly's hoof beats could be heard as he ran into the distance.

Ezra, Phineas, and Gus stared at the crumpled heap of wood for a moment. They managed to get their mouths to shut.

Myrriah trembled and tears streamed down her cheeks. Unlike the others, she didn't see a hearse. Her shoulders shook with sobs as she saw in her mind's eye a sight she had witnessed hundreds of times in her nightmares.

The small, red car was crumpled against the tree, completely totaled. Blood splattered the cracked windshield. The passenger side airbag had apparently failed to blow up on impact, but the driver's side airbag had worked just fine. Two figures encased in shadow, one in the passenger seat, the other in the back seat, lay unmoving…

"What the bloody hell happened?!"

Ezra, Phineas, and Gus turned as Dustin and Courtney dashed into the woods. They had apparently followed the wheel's tracks and Rolly's hoof prints.

As he spotted his cart, Dustin babbled incoherently for a moment before screaming, "Bloody bloomin' bugger! My buggy!" He whipped his head around frantically. "Where's Rolly?!"

"Um, he went that-a-way," Phineas said lamely, pointing in the direction of the horrified horse's retreat.

"And how…How…Why…" Dustin babbled. He turned to Myrriah. His calm, thoughtful demeanor was gone, replaced by fury. "I leave you with the hearse for ten bloody minutes and you take it for a bloody joyride?! This," he picked up a wheel and shook it, "was an antique even before I died!"

Myrriah seemed to not hear him; she was still staring at the wreckage, mouthing wordlessly.

"Sir," Courtney interjected, "trust me on this, Myrriah is not the type of person who would do something like this on purpose. I've known her my whole life… and afterlife. It was an accident!"

"Yeah!" Gus agreed. Phineas and Ezra nodded.

"Calm down," Ezra added. "Would you look at the poor kid? She's shakin' like a Chihuahua in a blizzard." He gestured to Myrriah, who was still trembling.

The four men and Courtney started to argue loudly. Myrriah seemed to snap out of her trance. "I'm-I'm sorry," she stammered. They all stopped and looked at her. She looked back at the buggy. "I'm so sorry," she whispered with a sob. She turned and ran.

Courtney watched her best friend and debated on whether or not this was one of those "I need to be alone!" moments. She glanced at the buggy. No, Myrriah would definitely need a friend right now. Before she chased after her, she did a double take. Lying on the ground two yards or so away from the crashed cart was a camera. Courtney picked it up and examined it. It was old and hefty, with a sticker of a cartoon U.F.O. on it.

Not knowing exactly why she felt it was important, Courtney took it with her and hurried off after Myrriah.

"I suppose I was a bit harsh," Dustin shamefully admitted.

"Ya think?" snapped Phineas.

"Jerk!" yelled Gus.

"I guess I deserve that- OW!" Dustin cried out in pain as Gus slammed the metal ball down on his right foot.

Myrriah didn't stop running until she realized she had no idea where she was. She came to an abrupt halt in a small, dark room that smelled of old, scented candles. Eerie tapestries of goblins and witches dancing around bubbling cauldrons, demons, and other fantastic creatures that she had never seen before, hung on the walls. Large pillows and cushions with odd, intricate designs sewn onto them were in scattered piles on the floor. In the very center of the room was a small, round, wooden table. On it was a large, round object with a silk handkerchief draped over it. A bright, almost sickly green light emanated from it.

"My dear, sweet child," a strong voice said coaxingly. It was a feminine voice that dripped honey, and at the same time sounded as if thin, fine razors had made slices through it.

Myrriah looked around, but didn't see anyone. "Hello? Ma'am?"

"The table," the voice said simply.

Myrriah slowly walked to the table and, with a sudden, inexplicable impulse, picked up the handkerchief. She stopped herself from crying outat the sight underneath.

It was a large crystal ball.

With a woman's head floating in it.

A/N: From what I've gathered, Ezra, Phineas, and Gus are names that were created by the Mansion's cast members. However, it seems as if they've become official. They were even used in early drafts of the movie script. I'm not quite sure who should get credit for them or who has rights on the names. So, I'll just be safe and say that I didn't create the names.