TALES OF THE HAUNTED MANSION: TWO MEN A BABY AND 999 GHOSTS PART TWO By Steven Acevedo
They ran towards the door to The Haunted Mansion as quickly as possible not knowing what was going to happen. Will tried to open the doors but they were bolted shut.
"They won't open!" Will said now panicking. "We have to get something to open them. Wait here. I'll be right back."
Vince stood a few feet away from a iron gated graveyard. He started reading some of the epitaphs on the grave markers.
Master Gracey laid to rest. No mourning please at his request.
He read each one with a bit of nervousness and his throat went dry. He then saw a tombstone with a female face carved into it. The eyes suddenly had pupils and they were staring at Vince intently.
"Now I lay me down to sleep..." he said in a low nervous voice.
Will came back with a big log in his hands.
"Where did you get that thing?" he asked Will.
"An old prop that was conveniently placed near the Keel Boat entrance," he said huffing and puffing. "Don't just stand there. Grab one end and help me ram down the doors"
"But..."
"JUST DO IT!"
Vince did as he was told and they lifted the log. Taking several steps back they rushed at the doors with force. As they did so they swung upon by themselves and Will and Vince ran right smack into Master Gracey's painting over the mantle. The log crumbled into several parts as a result. Getting their bearings they looked up as the portrait was suddenly changing from a young man to a wizened old man to a skeleton.
"I have an idea, Will. Let's get out of here and I'll put out an APB for Ben," Vince frantically said.
Suddenly the doors locked up with a loud thud.
"Or maybe not!" he intoned.
Then organ music began to play. It chilled both Will and Vince to the bone.
"When hinges creak in doorless chambers and strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candle lights flicker where the air is deathly still. That is the time when GHOSTS are present. Practicing their terror with ghoulish delight," a disembodied voice echoed in the foyer.
"Oh great!" Will stammered. "What else could go wrong now?"
"Well, Well, Well!" a familiar voice chimed in.
A blue glowing diminutive ghost materialized in front of them.
To be continued...
