Well, here's another short chapter, but at least it is an update. Sorry for the long wait, between work, school, and just honestly not being in the right mood to capture the spirit of the story, I've pushed it off to the side until I felt I could do it justice.

Disclaimer: Bob Iger owns all of Disney, including all of the Cast Members… which means he owns me as well. Oh well, he can't own my writing. How pitiful is that, all I own is my writing? Oh, and the power of my imagination. ;)

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When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake
Spooks come out for a swinging wake
Happy haunts materialize
And begin to vocalize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

"Where is that music coming from?" questioned Mickey to himself as he headed up the winding, old staircase.

It was fairly dark in the stairwell with only a few torches lit that graced the walls every few steps. The cold wind blew about in the drafty column, sending a chill down the scared mouse's back. With every step taken, a different board creaked, sending horrible thoughts into his mind. Would the next board snap under his weight? Would the dust become so bad that it would make him sneeze and the whole place collapse on top of him? All of these questions and more filled his head as he took each step.

He continued his way up, when he saw a faint light coming out from under the cracks of what appeared to be a door. Carefully, he moved towards the door and turned the doorknob to open it. The door creaked open, letting dust fall to the ground as it moved backwards, and Mickey began coughing and swatting the tiny particles away with his hand as he moved through the opening. "What is that?" he asked himself, when he got inside and could see clearly.

It was a dimly lit room with an eerie green glow about giving it most of its light. A few old bookshelves lined most of the wall with thick books and gargoyle like book ends. In one corner sat a raven perched up on a stand, cawing at the new guest in the room. Next to the raven was a floor length window with drapes covering the majority of the glass, not revealing if it lead to a balcony or one's doom if the person dared take a step through the window when it was opened. On the other side of the window was a pile of instruments gathered up in the corner. These musical charms seemed to have not been touched in decades, which was apparent by the amount of dust and cobwebs that now decorated them. Then in the middle of it all, lay an exquisite rug on the wooden floor with a table and two chairs opposing each other. On the table were a few candles, an open book, and a cloth draped over a round object that gave off the green lighting. Then above it all was a chandelier, barely giving off any light what so ever.

Mickey took a look around the room, first inspecting the books on the bookshelves. The books themselves seemed to be thicker than his very hands, but it did not stop him from taking one down and looking it over. He opened it up and skimmed through the book, to see pictures of snakes wrapping themselves around young women and men sinking into quicksand and begging to be pulled out when no one was standing there. Then there was a strange language written on the pages. It looked to be some sort of Latin decent, but Mickey could not make head nor tails of it. Eventually, he put the book back in its proper place and moved over to the table where he saw a different book opened up to a specific page with a ribbon pressed into the rim. In the top right hand corner was a picture of a chest being shut and a hand reaching out and on the pages was the same type of writing he had seen in the other book.

All of a sudden, the green light caught the mouse's eye and he looked up to see the object under the cloth was glowing brighter as an inaudible sound was coming from it. He strained to understand, but thought he could hear the voice of a lady. His hand moved forward towards the cloth when all of a sudden the raven let out a cry and came swooping down over it to remove the cloth and then land on top of one of the chairs. Mickey jumped back as the bird did that, but then turned his attention back towards the object. It was an old-fashioned crystal ball and green smoke was the only thing visible on it. His eyes then narrowed as he looked closer and the smoke started to fade as it revealed the images of his friends. "Pluto? Donald? Goofy?" Mickey said, observing his grief stricken friends. He then leaned closer and saw the image change. "Minnie!" he cried, and he reached out to touch the crystal ball, which then sucked him in as he let out a cry.

The next thing he knew, after his head stopped spinning, was he was sitting on the floor of an attic and Minnie was shaking him and calling his name. "Wha- What's gong on?"

"Oh, Mickey! It's just awful!" exclaimed Minnie, heart broken.

"What is?" questioned Mickey, just as confused as ever.

"Daisy's been locked in a trunk… and not the pachyderm kind either," responded Goofy, before moving away to reveal Daisy, dead in a trunk.

"When we got up here, the trunk was sealed tight, and we heard noises coming from it. By the time we could get it open, Daisy had suffocated to death," explained Minnie, as Donald kept crying, and Goofy and Pluto tried to comfort him.

Mickey then stood up, his mind now focusing a bit more, and moved towards the trunk. He then peered inside to see Daisy, completely lifeless and holding something in her hand. He then reached in to see what she was holding and removed from her grasps a small button that looked strangely similar to those that were sewn into his casual red pants on a daily basis. Whilst examining the button, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. Slowly he turned his head to see a mirror, and for a second he thought he caught an image in it.

"Mickey, what is it?" asked Minnie, seeing him look off to the side.

"I don't know," Mickey responded, as he walked towards the mirror.

A bit of a grey blue smoke filled the glass, and Mickey took a few more steps towards it before stopping and seeing an image appear of a young girl, of about sixteen years of age, in a wedding dress, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Without being conscience of the incident, Mickey reached into his pocket and grabbed something. He then pulled it out and opened up his hand to reveal the ring that he had found earlier.

"What are you doing, Mickey?" questioned Minnie, now concerned.

Mickey paid no attention to her and just stood there like a mindless zombie, staring at the beautiful girl in the mirror, who seemed to be gliding towards him. She then moved one hand away from the bouquet as the other hand holding the flower arrangement fell to the side of her body. The free hand then reached forward towards the spell bound mouse's out stretched hand. Moreover, when her hand passed through the glass towards him, Mickey came back to his realizations and jumped back in fright with a little scream.

He then lost his balance and uttering a "Whoa…." he stumbled backwards and crashed through the floor length window behind him, falling down the three stories outside towards the hallowed ground of the graveyard.

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Will Mickey survive the fall? And what will be the rest of the gang's fate? Tune in to find out what happens in the next chapter.

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Neon: Sorry I couldn't rush this out sooner or give you a longer chapter. This one I felt didn't need to go any longer, because it served its purpose. I'll try to get a longer chapter out soon though.

Aquarian Wolf: Sorry I wasn't in WDW in early August of last year. I didn't start my job until the beginning of September… after training at least. I am still working down there, but I'm just seasonal now. However, I will be visiting the first weekend of November for the last Halloween party. Maybe I'll catch you then. And thank you for the compliment. I'm glad the CMs make your trip such a magical experience.

Anyways, I'm glad you're still enjoying it.

Sora-M-Jigen: I'm glad you stumbled upon this and are enjoying it.

Luminouslollie: What the ring said will be spelled out later. And as for working at WDW, I love it, but just like any job, I have my good and bad days.

Once again, sorry about the long wait, but I'd rather give you guys a good chapter than a bad one.