Disclaimer: Ok, so I don't own the Haunted Mansion. And I mean the ride, not the movie!
A/N: This is my interpretation of Gracey Manor in its high days. I borrowed some ideas from the Cast members of the rides.
------------------------
Prologue
------------------------
Fog hung thick over the cold earth. Granite stones carved with names of the past stood boldly beneath the cloudy skies. Silence dominated and was only dared to be broken by the random crows of ravens nesting high in the trees. The only spirit among the stones of the dead that inhabited a living body was one of a fortune teller and magic wielder.
Surrounding the lone woman were four particular graves. One was of a man who laid the roof tiles of the manor that was located down the road. This man never quite finished his task for he unexpectedly tumbled from his perch and unluckily a pile of unusable stone broke his fall. The man occupying the space next to him was the man who built many of the walls of the very same manor. He had the unfortunate experience of a freshly built wall falling onto his head. And again, the next grave was of a lad who had lost a bit of sanity at the wrong moment while building the manor, causing him to kill the person who now occupied the next grave over and himself.
The woman herself was doing quite well, if you don't count the fact that she now had the pleasure to live in the manor that had experienced these matters. Eyes unfocused and standing slack, the woman shuddered. A feeling of dread filled her gypsy-like clad body. The bangles on her arms clattered as shivers racked the woman. Ravens crowed cautiously from the trees.
Flashes came quick and swift. The feeling of slipping and connecting with jagged points. A pitch black flash engulfed her mind. Looking proudly at a brick wall only to see it come tumbling swiftly down. Another flash. Madness taking over all consciousness and the next thing two men are dead. This time the flash was bright white. The tight rope breaks underneath her feet, causing her to fall into the waiting crocodile's mouth. Flash. He lights his candle only to see the explosives underneath his very bottom. Flash! Dread as she realizes the trunk she's hiding in is locked. Flash! Dancing faster and faster, unable to stop. Flash! Hiding in the attic, waiting for her groom when suddenly a knife goes flying straight towards her. Flash! Flash! Flash!
They didn't stop coming. More death flew around in random patterns like in a kaleidoscope. Flashes got brighter and brighter the more they came! They wouldn't stop! Flash!
He hung limply from the rafters by a rope. His face is a pale blue and his eyes closed to a deathly white, the once handsome features contorted by death. A gasp escaped the fortune teller's lips.
"No…." She collapsed to the ground, attempting to process the distressing information. "No…."
---------------------------
Word Count: 459
A/N: Yeah I know. Death, death, death. Well what do you expect when it comes to a fic about a mansion that is Haunted? Please Review with your opinions! Thanks!