Christine and other unknown characters are mine, but everything else is Disney's.
George William Gracey looked around the mansion with satisfaction. It was October 1, 1971, and it was going to be a great day. If only Chrissy had been here to share it. He was glad he'd sold the house to the Disney company. When Chrissy finally did see it, she would love it, although it was the sort of thing that she frowned upon. He remembered the days before his death, when Chrissy had been little and they had spent all that time together. Those were the good old days, and he wanted to do everything he could in his power to re-create them.
After the opening today, Gracey Manor would be known simply as the Haunted Mansion. It was one of the highlights of Liberty Square as well as the entire Magic Kingdom. George loved his job. He was the Mansion's "Ghost Host," and he set up the entire ride, and delivered the occasional words of horror throughout it. And he wasn't the only one with a job; everyone in the mansion had gotten parts, and guests even got to glimpse at Chrissy's picture, although Leota had bewitched it so it was a bit more frightening.
But he still had to think of a part for her. He thought of this venture as a way for the once fractured Gracey family to bond and spend time together. Everyone else agreed, except his mother.
"Now George," she had said warningly when he had told her what he planned to do, "I'm not saying I know your daughter better then you do, but I know her well enough to know that when she comes home from Tara and finds out that you sold the house to amusement park people without her permission, she will not be happy."
George shrugged off his mother's warning. "Chrissy ran off to the circus when she was thirteen. She'll love being in the spotlight again."
His mother shook her head. "George, Chrissy-Lily wants a quiet afterlife and does not want to be put on show again. She's going to love this little surprise as much as that sweetly titled picture of her in the hallway. 'The Beautiful Hag.' George, what were you thinking?"
George locked eyes with his mother. "I was thinking that there is a line of people outside waiting to be let in so I should resume my place. Goodbye, Mother. It's showtime." George said icily, and vanished to where he wouldn't be seen.