Disclaimer: The Haunted Mansion and Ghostbusters is not mine and never will be.

Chapter#7A New Vision

Sally's point of view

Garrett said nothing as we walked down the partly dark hallway. From Garrett's expression. I can tell he's still shocked from when I transformed into my sorcery form in front of him and when I told him that I was a Wiccan. I was starting to regret telling him when he broke the silence.

"So how long have you been into this witchcraft thing?"

I was surprised at that. I thought he would say something mean. But instead he wants to get to know my Wiccan side.

"I've been in the Sorcery Realm for a year now." I answered calmly. "For as far as I can remember I knew I was different from my peers. I can sense things. See things beyond the Veil..."

"The Veil?"

"The thing that separates this world from the Spirit World and many other worlds. We Wiccans call it the Veil."

Garrett formed an 'O' with his mouth. "If that's so. Can you explain why ghosts keep entering this world?"

"The Veil thins over time." I explained. "On Samhaine, it becomes so thin it makes it easy for Ghosts, Faeries, Goblins, Ghouls, Humans, anything to pass through and enter this world or the next. Some ghosts stay here because they can't find the entrance to the Spirit World or because they have unfinished business here."

I noticed Garrett was staring at me surprised.

"I said too much?" I asked.

"No it's." He stopped for a few minutes before continuing. "I never thought about ghosts that way. Most ghosts my friends and I have encountered were evil."

"Not all ghosts are evil." I said as we entered the front foyer.

I blinked as the light from the candles in the room changed from mostly partly dark to less partly dark. The inside of the mansion was not as wonderful as the courtyard. The wallpaper was peeling and rotting. The room was cold. Cobwebs and dust covered the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling of the foyer and the ceiling where the hallway Garrett and I walked out of meets the room. The room was bare except for a fireplace with a painting of a man hanging above it behind bright orange and gold curtains. The fireplace had a few lit coals in it behind a grate that had a skull-like pattern on it. The purplish-green glowing embers were not enough to heat up the room.

"Brrr." Garrett shivered as he rubbed his arms trying to warm himself up. "Cold."

I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah." I said as I saw my breath rise out of my mouth and dissolved into the damp cold air. "Cold."

Sometimes when it's cold I put on one of my cloaks or a jacket. But since I left my jacket, sorcery clothes, tools and other stuff I need to work my magic on my bunk in the R.V. at the campsite. Oh why didn't I bring it? Oh yeah people would get suspicious and might figure out what you are. I thought coldly.

I returned my attention to the painting above the fireplace. It was a painting of a man in his early teens-early 20s with black hair and sideburns, dressed in a black tux with a blue tie. He looked like a man from a rich family or something.

"Master Gracey." I breathed.

"Huh?"

"What?" I turned to see Garrett staring at me.

"You said something?" he asked.

Then it happened again. I was standing in the foyer alone. Looking up at the painting of a man who my mother said was my father. Wait father? Where did that come from?

"Little Leota."

I turned to see the same woman I saw at the gates outside of the courtyard of the mansion. Only she was wearing a gown with a red top and an orange skirt with gold and silver trim and a bandanna in her hair. I smiled.

"Hi mom." I said my voice high like a little girl's voice.

Mom! A voice in the back of my mind screamed. She's not my mom! My mom is Deanna Preciosa! Not her! What's wrong with me? Then there was a huge crash on the second floor.

"Oh." The woman grumbled. "What now?"

She turned to me.

"Go up to the séance room and get ready for the next séance."

"Yes mom." I said.

I walked to the wall panel on the right side of the fireplace and knocked on it. The panel slides open to reveal a brightly lit chamber. I walked in the chamber.

"Sasha! Sasha! Snap out of it!"

"Huh!" I turned and saw Garrett wheeling towards me.

I looked around and saw I was in a brightly lit chamber like the one in my vision. I looked up to see four paintings.

One of a young man in a black tux, one with a young woman with a pink parasol, one with a man with a black hat, and one with a elderly woman with a rose. On the ledge above the panels of the room were sixteen wooden gargoyles. Each holding a lit candle in their hands. Lighting up the room and the paintings.

"Hey, Sasha."

I turned my attention to Garrett. Who was holding a weird device in his hand.

Which beeped loudly. He wheeled up to me and said.

"Sasha, are you sure you're ok?" he asked concerned.

"You were acting like you were possessed or something."

"She's not possessed, Garrett." A male voice said.

"Huh?"

"Oh that's my boss, Egon Spengler." Garrett explained as he held up a cell phone.

"Is the girl ok?" Egon asked, his voice distorted a little.

"She's fine." Garrett said.

"It's weird Egon. She's acting like she's possessed, but the meter says she isn't."

I listened carefully. Garrett was right, this is weird. I'm not possessed but I'm acting like I am. Is that possible?

"Is she there?" Egon asked.

"Yeah she is." Garrett answered. "Her eyes are still glazed over, but she's acting like herself now."

"I want to speak with her."

"I don't think now is the time." Garrett said, getting a little worried.

I turned around to see the panel close behind us. Sealing us in the chamber.

"Oh great." Garrett moaned.

"What's going on?" Egon's voice asked.

"We're sealed inside the stretching gallery in the Haunted Mansion." I said.

"Are you the girl Garrett talked about?" Egon asked.

I looked at Garrett, who mouthed 'I didn't tell him that you're a Witch or your name.'

I mentally sighed with relief.

"Yes I am." I answered.

"Have you had this problem before?"

I thought for a minute." Yes a few minutes ago before Garrett and I entered the Mansion."

For was a short pause.

"Have you..." He's voice disappeared and was replaced with loud distortion.

I winced and covered my ears. My hearing was sensitive to certain frequencies. Meaning I can't stand loud noise. In my sorcery form my senses and powers have increased a little. Making my hearing more sensitive to certain frequencies. Garrett winced and shut off his cell phone.

"Aw man." he complained. As he put his cell phone in his pocket.

"No contact to the outside world. No weapons to stop what ever is after us. Can this day get any worse?"

Then a disembodied voice broke the silence.

"Welcome foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host. Your 'ghost' host." The voice chuckled when he said that.

"Hey." Garrett snarled"That's the voice I heard earlier."

Then he shouted. "Hey buddy, I don't know what you want, but leave Sasha alone!"

The voice continued.

"Our tour begins here, in this gallery, here where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state, Kindly step all the way in, please, and make room for everyone. There's no turning back now."

"Hey did you hear what I said?" Garrett shouted.

I thought of something as I listened to the voice. "Garrett, the being is trying to lure us deeper into the mansion by making it appear nothing is going on."

Then suddenly the room started to stretch. As the room stretched out, so did the paintings. Revealing scenes of horror and death.

The man in the tux was not wearing pants only boxers and was standing on a lit keg of dynamite, the woman with the parasol was standing on a tightrope which stretched over a river with a crocodile underneath with it's mouth open and the rope was about to snap under the woman's weight. The man with a black hat was standing on the shoulders of a stocky man who was sitting on the shoulders of a thin man who standing in quicksand. The woman holding a rose was sitting on a tombstone of her late husband and the bust on the base of the tombstone had an axe in its skull. Garrett and I watched the paintings stretch.

"It this part of the ride?" Garrett asked.

"You never have been on this ride before?" I asked.

"I never have been here before." Garrett answered.

"Yes, it's part of the ride." I said as the paintings finished stretching.

"Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding...almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis...is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmmm? And consider this dismaying observation...this chamber has no windows and no doors. Which offers you this chilling challenge: To find...a way out!" The voice laughed.

"This ghost has a weird sense of humour." Garrett said.

"It's a spiel by Paul Frees." I explained. "Disney was famous for creating rides that make you feel like you entered another world."

"Well he's good at making the rides look real." Garrett said.

"And feel real." I added.

"Of course." The voice continued. "There's always my way..."

Then the candles went out and room was engulfed in darkness. Thunder and lightning broke the silence. The ceiling of the gallery disappeared, revealing the attic above. Hanging from the rafters of the attic was the corpse of a man dressed in a tattered tux and had messy white hair. Wrapped around its neck was a noose. Then there was screaming and a loud crashing noise. Then the lightning and thunder stopped the attic scene disappeared and was replaced with a plastered ceiling and the candles were relit again. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before I looked down at Garrett. Who was staring at the ceiling in shock and amazement. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was open. I reached over, gentlely grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

"Garrett?"

Garrett snapped out of it and blinked a few times.

"Huh? What?" Garrett looked up at me. "What?"

"Nothing." I answered. "Only you looked like you were in a trance."

"I was?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

Then a panel in front of us slid open. Revealing a partly dark hallway.

"Well there's our floor." Garrett said as he grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and wheeled towards the hallway.

I followed. "Yeah." I thought as the panel closed behind us as we exited the stretching gallery. "Our floor."

As we walked down the hall. I couldn't stop wondering if why the being is here in the Haunted Mansion and why it wants me and my family and what will it do once we reach the next room.

"Only one way to find out." I thought. "And that's to keep going."

So we kept going. Deeper into the Haunted Mansion. Not knowing of what might happen next.