His encounter with the cheery busts made him relax a bit. The graveyard was calm now – the silent air and beautiful night sky put him slightly at ease. However, those feelings of dread returned when he found himself at a giant mausoleum, its door swung open and off one of its giant hinges. He looked around, seeing if there was anywhere else to go, and finally decided that this would be as good a place as any to look for a key.

Descending the stone ramp down into the crypt, he found an old sconce shaped like a thin arm wearing a cloak, still holding a long unused torch. Taking his lighter out of his pocket, lit the torch, and with some difficulty pulled it away from the hand.

He didn't notice that the hand gave him the finger as he continued downward.

Holding the comforting flame in front of him, Rick soon reached level ground and began to look around.

On one side of him were crypts, each holding a long deceased body. Hopefully they couldn't break through those giant stone slabs. But on the other side was something strange, that Rick didn't expect.

Mirrors.

Each with a beautiful but worn gold rim, oval shaped, and hanging on the wall. They were dark, covered with spider webs and dust. Rick approached one silently and in one motion, brushed away all of the coverings, allowing him to see his reflection in the mirror.

As well as the one of the ghost behind him.

In the mirror, standing a few feet behind him, was a pale blue ghost, looking even more see through and blue than the others. But it had one distinct feature about it: it had red eyes. The ghost was wearing a top hat and was pretty plump, with curly hair and a big nose. In one of his hands was a carpetbag, with a floral pattern on it.

Rick spun around as soon as he saw the ghost, but there was no one behind him.

"Okay, I know you're here, I'm not stupid…" Rick said, annoyed. He walked to the next mirror and brushed it off like he had the first one.

When he looked in this mirror, he saw another ghost behind him. It was taller than the first, and much skinnier…almost inhumanly. Strands of hair stuck out from underneath the derby hat he was wearing, and his face was gaunt and skeletal. But he had a big grin on his face, and the same red eyes as the first had. He took off his hat and nodded it towards Rick, then laughed a raspy and hoarse chuckle. When Rick turned to see if the specter was there, it was gone again, the laughter echoing through the mausoleum.

Sighing, Rick walked to the final mirror and brushed it off. In this one, he saw the ghost leaning against some of the crypts on the opposite wall. It was much shorter than the first two; probably a midget. It had a long beard that went down to his feet, and bushy and unkempt hair. Its nose and eyes stuck out of his wild mane, and it glared and smiled at Rick like the first two had. But the most unusual thing about this ghost was the giant iron ball that was stuck to his leg, like they used to have in old prisons. He casually swung it around like it was a yo-yo while Rick was looking at him, almost menacingly. As if he wanted to maim Rick to death with the giant iron ball. Rick backed up slowly, getting closer and closer to the ghost, watching his reflection the whole time. Soon he was right next to the ghost, and it was looking up at him with a smile.

He then quickly turned his head. The ghost was gone.

"Oh, you're good," he muttered darkly as he looked at the ghost-less spot.

Now that he was on the opposite side of the room, he could see into all three mirrors at once.

And in the farthest one was the fat ghost, the middle the tall one, and the one in front of Rick the short one.

"So, you're the fresh meat around here, eh?" The one wearing a top hat asked.

"Literally," The short one said in a deep voice.

"Where did you come from?" Rick asked, pointing at the ghosts.

"Well, it all started with a process called 'fertilization,' between my father and his Bulgarian lover named Idina, where-"

"Can we help you?" The skinny inquired, interrupting the top hat guy.

"Um…I was just looking for a key," Rick said, heading slowly for the door, the ghosts' eyes following him.

"Oh, you mean this thing?" Shorty asked, reaching into his beard. Rick stopped and stared with a raised eyebrow at the little guy.

A few seconds later, he produced out of his beard a key with an emerald green jewel stuck in one end. It was solid, but the see-through spook was able to hold it.

"Wow, that's exquisite!" Skinny said, looking over at Shorty as if they were the same room together and not in different mirrors.

"You want a look see?" Shorty asked, and tossed the key from his mirror to Skinny on his side of the glass.

"H-hey, I kinda need…" Rick started, but faltered when he watched the key get passed between the three ghosts, like a game of keep away.

"C'mon then," Top Hat taunted, "Get it!"

Rick threw up his hands in frustration and turned away from the ghosts, annoyed. They looked at him and stopped throwing the key around.

"Look boys, we've upset him!" Skinny said, almost sounding sympathetic.

"Aww…maybe we should give it to 'em," Shorty suggested.

"Maybe, because I'm trying to free you all from this mansion and I need that key!" Rick yelled, clenching his fists.

The ghosts looked at each other again.

"Oh, all right. Here you go. But be careful with that! It's a family heirloom!" Top Hat said, tossing the key out of the mirror and hitting Rick in the back with it.

Rick turned and picked up the key, shaking his head at the ghosts in the mirrors.

"It's not even yours."

"True, true, but it's still SOMEONE'S family heirloom," Top Hat said with a shrug. They turned in unison away from Rick to leave.

"Hey, wait!" He called. They each turned back to look at him.

"Do you guys know where the last key might be?"

They shared glances.

"Sure, kid," Skinny said, "C'mere."

Rick cautiously approached the middle mirror where the skinny ghost smiled at him.

"Thank you for choosing Gracey Manor Transportation…we're sure glad you dropped in!"

On those words, the floor underneath Rick suddenly slid back, making him fall into the ground. As his yell of surprise faded into the distance, the three ghosts grinned, and one by one disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

Rick was in an underground tunnel, sliding to who knows where. He was unable to grab on to anything, because of the tunnel's smooth surface. Sliding through the dark, he shut his eyes and waited for it to be over.

And a few seconds later, with a loud THUD, it was.

He landed on something soft. When he opened his eyes, he saw carpet. And walls.

Rick was back in the Mansion.

Standing up, he looked around. Rick was in the portrait gallery, where this whole thing had started. One of the paintings he'd seen earlier had a secret passage behind it, and was swung open now, allowing him to see the dark tunnel he'd just come out of. Rick moved to the painting and shut it carefully.

When it shut, he could see down the rest of the hall.

And there was someone else with him.