Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Titanic characters. They are copyright their respective owners and to history. No money is made off this piece of fan fiction, it is written for entertainment purposes only. All non-Titanic characters are mine and made by me.

Author's note: I've been getting asked about the monster mash up genre recently. There are MANY books out there on the subject and not just including the undead but vampires, ghosts, and everything in-between. You can't throw a stone in any of the writing communities out there and not come across one. So I'm just another drop in the ocean with the monster mash up genre. So all in all this is just an original monster mash up story by yours truly.

Chapter One

October 1997

The rain didn't do much to improve Amy's already bored mood as she lounged on the bed in the guest bedroom. She stared up at the ceiling while wishing her boyfriend Zack was around. Unfortunately he was sick with a sore throat that would most likely be a head cold. Like clockwork he always seemed to get sick with a cold every time this time of year.

Through the door Amy could hear the faint voices of her family members talking in another room about their great-grandparents. She had memories of her great-grandmother, a woman who was from Ireland and came to the States in 1912. She married soon after and had several children who then had children. Her great-grandfather had died a few years before she was born.

Out of boredom Amy sat up and could hear her great-uncle begin to tell some sort of scary story about some big ship and what sounded like the occult and the undead. Great-Uncle Paul was good at making up yarns and even recited some story from Tales from the Dark Side. What was that thing called? The Grither?

Whatever.

Amy shrugged to herself and escaped the confines of the guest bedroom where she could see her mother coming down from the stairs that lead to the attic.

"What's up there?" Amy asked despite already knowing what was up there. Supplies, photographs, and other odds and ends that had belonged to her great-grandparents.

"Your great-grandparent's things," Amy's mother replied. It was hard for her to keep from rolling her eyes at her teenage daughter's sarcasm and demanding of information. The curse of "I hope you have a child as difficult as you" was indeed alive and well.

"I'm going to go up there," Amy said.

"Suit yourself. Just don't make a mess."

"I won't," Amy said sarcastically. She hurried up the steps to get away from the rest of her family. She loved her family but felt as if they couldn't understand her. At least this time they didn't go on about how much Amy looked like her great-grandmother. Other than them both having dark hair and eyes she couldn't see much of a resemblance. Yet, her own great-grandfather also had brown eyes! She could've gotten it from either of them.

Still, what no one knew was just where in England and Ireland they came from. It seemed that there was little to no documentation of them prior to 1912. Records back then weren't nearly as precise or as well documented as they were now. It was possible those records could have been lost or destroyed somewhere.

Amy took one step and then another up the stairs leading to the attic. When she reached the top everything was neatly arranged in certain spots. She could see boxes and chests that she imagined were full of things.

Curiosity began to take hold of Amy as she spotted a leather bound book that sat on top of the chest. She wondered why it was sitting there instead of inside of the chest or box. Her mother had always been so demanding in having all of the antiques kept away safely. She wouldn't just let something sit out in the open like that.

Going to the book Amy carefully sat down on the chest and opened the journal.

The pages had yellowed with age but Amy could still make out the neat writing of her great-grandmother. To Amy's surprise it was actually written in English. Her great-grandmother had preferred to write in her native Irish-Gaelic for personal and important letters and diary entries.

The following is all true though it may be difficult to believe. If I had not witnessed and even engaged in it myself I don't know if I would believe it myself! The entry began.

Amy turned the page as she wondered just what her great-grandmother had written.