Meanwhile, Cherry was with the maid, waiting for the promised cookies and she couldn't help but stare at a portrait of a Victorian woman as her younger cousins seemed to be coming the same way. "Kinda looks like Aunt Sara and my daddy's mother..." she muttered quietly. She then saw a glowing sphere coming into the room. Her eyes widened as she slowly walked over to the glowing sphere.
The sphere soon disappeared as soon as it came to the portrait.
"Mom?" Megan's voice said, confused.
Cherry blinked and noticed her cousins. "Michael and Megan?"
"Cherry?" Michael and Megan looked to their older cousin.
"What are you doing here?" a sharp male voice called to them, making the three look to see a slightly aged man who had served them at dinner. "You're not supposed to be here! This is unspeakable! Unspeakable! You have to leave!"
Then suddenly, Atticus and Mo appeared as if by magic.
"Where'd you guys come from?" Cherry came over to Atticus and Mo.
"We just appeared here and I don't even know how we got into this room." Atticus said.
Michael and Megan glanced to Atticus and Mo and the other man staring at them.'
"Who is that?" Mo wondered about the portrait.
"That's none of your business," the man glared to them. "Now, come on, get out of here, it's way past your bedtime!"
"Her name was Elizabeth," the maid came with a silver platter of snickerdoodles for the kids. "Are you kids hungry? Does anyone want a cookie?"
"Ooh, I'd like one." Atticus smiled.
The others then took their own cookies to try them out.'
"Ooh, snickerdoodles," Mo smiled. "These are my favorites."
"Cookies?!" the man looked flabbergasted. "Don't offer them cookies, they're trespassers! Trespassers don't get cookies! This is none of their concern."
"It is their concern," the maid retorted assertively. "They're involved!"
"Involved?" Atticus asked, taking a bite of his cookie. "How are we involved?"
"Well, for one..." the maid was about to explain until she heard footsteps in the distance. "Hide! Hide!"
Cherry, Michael, Megan, Atticus, and Mo then hid away with their cookies. Atticus and Mo, loving the cookies the most, took the whole plate of cookies.
"Greedy..." Megan mumbled to them.
"Leave 'em alone..." Cherry glared.
Ramsley came to the maid and the other man. "The children are not in their rooms and Cherry has taken her own leave," he informed the others. "Have you seen them?"
"Children? What children?" The maid asked as if she didn't know what he was talking about.
"What children?" the other man echoed to help themselves out of this situation.
"The children she was not supposed to bring," Ramsley replied. "Along with that brainless husband of hers and that lousy flea-bitten mutt."
'Why that no good jerk!' Atticus thought to himself.
Mo looked like she wanted to bite Ramsley like a dog, mostly due to her upbringing, but she tried her best to stay quiet and hide with the others.
"If I had to listen to another word from that insufferable fool, I think I would've burst." Ramsley continued.
"Of course, sir," the man agreed to kiss up to Ramsley. "What a fool!"
'What a kiss-up.' Mo thought to herself.
"If you find the children, bring them to me," Ramsley demanded after ranting about wanting Elizabeth to come to this mansion all by herself without the company that came with her. "Especially the young lad who looks stronger than the average boy."
The maid and man gave agreements to him. Once Ramsley was gone, it was safe to come out. The maid then gestured for the kids to come out once he was gone.
"You lied for us..." Cherry said.
"Why?" Mo asked. "Why did you lie for us?"
"Well, you should know, the master wants your mother..." the maid said to Michael and Megan, referring to Sara.
"What about Aunt Sara?" Cherry asked.
"You see that woman?" the maid gestured to the portrait. "That's Elizabeth, she was Edward's lost love and he believes that Sara is Elizabeth in a different life."
"And then, there's you two." The man said before showing a portrait of a boy that looked like Atticus and a portrait of a girl that looked like Mo.
"What the...?" Mo took a look. "Um... Are those Mr. Gracey's children?"
"No, but they were going to be both his and Elizabeth's children since they were orphans." The maid said.
"Oh..." Atticus and Mo said.
"They look so familiar..." Cherry said. "Do you know their names?"
"Yeah, do you?" Mo asked the maid and the man.
The maid and the man nodded.
"You should also know something..." the maid said. "We're not who we appear to be..."
"How do you mean?" Michael asked.
"Well, for starters..." the maid said before she became transparent and blue and she started to float around in the air, revealing that she was a ghostly spirit.
"Y-Y-You're ghosts?" Michael asked, scared.
"Uh-huh..." the maid nodded as she flew around.
"Reminds me of Phantasma..." Cherry commented to Atticus about the flying around.
"Yeah, she really does." Atticus whispered.
The maid then came back down next to the man.
"So, uh, are you two a couple?" Mo asked.
"Why, yes," the man informed before slightly rolling his eyes. "I was the mansion's footman with my nutty maid wife here."
"So, do you know what happened in this mansion?" Atticus asked, sounding like a detective.
"Of course we do..." the maid replied softly, with a hint of shakiness. "We can take you to someone who can also help."
The footman nodded. "Madame Leota."
"Wait, you mean she's a ghost too?" Atticus asked before taking out his own crystal ball out of his sleeve as if by magic. "Then let's give her a call."
The man and maid stepped back from the crystal ball. They seemed to whisper to each other, wondering where that came from, but they looked back to the boy.
"My dad gave me it and I used my magic to bring it up here." Atticus said.
"Magic?" the ghostly couple asked.
"That's right." Atticus nodded.
"Atticus is a Wiccan." Mo said.
"That would make sense." The man said.
"So, who are you guys anyway?" Cherry asked.
"I'm Emma and this is my husband, Ezra." the maid introduced.
"It's nice to meet you both." Mo said with a curtsy as her boyfriend looked through his crystal ball to see where Madame Leota was.
"Let's see if I can do this..." Atticus said. "Find Madame Leota."
"We can just take you to her, you know." Ezra said.
"Oh, right, besides, my dad told me that she doesn't like being called." Atticus said.
"Your father knew Leota?" Emma asked.
"Yeah, my father's name is Patrick Fudo." Atticus said.
"Ah, you're a Fudo!" Ezra sounded familiar.
"I guess you know my family then, huh?" Atticus replied.
"Actually, yes..." Emma replied. "Do you know anything about your father's parents?"
"Um, no, no, I don't." Atticus shook his head.
"We didn't think you did..." Ezra replied softly.
"Yes, your family has always been quite the mystery..." Emma added in.
"Did you know them?" Atticus asked.
Ezra and Emma nodded.
"Who were they?" Atticus asked.
"What if we told you they were right here?" Emma prompted.
"Huh?" Atticus said, confused.
Ezra and Emma held each other's hands then.
"Are you guys...?" Atticus drawled out.
"Yes, Atticus..." Ezra said. "I know it might come as a shock to you, but... We're your grandparents."
"Wow..." Atticus said, surprised.
"No way..." Mo whispered.
"Are you guys serious?" Atticus asked the ghosts.
"Yes, we've missed you so much..." Emma had tears in her eyes as she smiled halfway. "Thank goodness you came with your friend."
"Wait, you mean my dad used to go to this mansion when he was younger?" Atticus asked.
"Yep, especially when he was a boy." Ezra smiled.
"Those were the better days." Emma also smiled peacefully.
"So, can you tell us why Edward killed himself?" Atticus asked.
"Come on, let's get moving." Emma gestured for them to follow them.
The others nodded and followed after the ghostly couple.
"Kids?" A familiar male voice said from downstairs.
"I hope that's Uncle Jim or, Heaven Forbid, Drell." Cherry said to the others.
To her surprise, it was both Drell and her uncle.
"Uncle Jim! Drell!" Cherry seemed to beam. "I've never been so happy to see you-" she then mumbled, looking away in the distance. "Actually, I'm never happy to see Drell..."
"It's true." Atticus whispered.
Drell rolled his eyes at his 'plaything'. "Hello, Cherry..."
"Cherry, are you okay?" Jim hugged the perky goth.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine," Cherry pushed him away. "We have a problem."
"Because of the rain?" Jim misunderstood. "We're gonna be fine, let's find your aunt and get out of here."
"But Dad, we can't leave yet." Megan said.
"She's right, sir, we have to help them." Mo added.
"Besides, I'm afraid it's not possible, Sara can't leave." Ezra told Jim.
"Oh, and why not?" Jim glared upstairs with his hands on his hips.
Ezra then materialized right behind the mortal man. "Because she can't!" he replied. "If I could tell you, I would, but I can't, so I won't, okay?"
"Paranoid much?" Mo asked.
"But, how'd you...?" Jim stuttered about Ezra's abilities. "Hey, okay, look, Daddy's having hallucinations, let's go right now."
"They're ghosts, Mr. Evers." Attcus spoke up. "And not just any ghosts, they're my-"
"They are not ghosts!" Jim glared to him. "We're just having hallucinations from that dinner we ate, it was that chicken! It didn't taste right!"
Emma zipped right in front of him firmly. "It's not the chicken!"
"See? They're ghosts." Mo said.
"But we're getting out of here." Jim said firmly.
"But Dad, we have to help them!" Megan ran down the stairs with her brother.
"You can't help the dead, honey, they're beyond help." Jim replied.
"The man's talking sense," Ezra replied to that. "Everyone should keep their noses in their own business and never mind the curse we're all put under!"
"We have to help free them from the curse, sir." Atticus said.
"Why is everybody talking about a curse?!" Jim freaked out. "Wait, have you been talking to that crazy green gypsy in the paperweight?"
"He found the gypsy!" Emma shrieked to her husband.
"Come on, Uncle Jim, we have to go back!" Cherry urged.
"Yeah, we have got to speak with her." Atticus said.
"No, I'm not going back there!" Jim refused. "They had me floating all around the room, I was strapped to a chair, floating all around the room with a marching band chasing me, I'm not going back there, forget it Casper!"
"But Aunt Sara's in trouble." Cherry said to him.
Jim glanced at her. "What kind of trouble?"
"Come on, we'll show you." Cherry said.
"Yeah, and trust us, when you see it, oh, boy, are you in for a shock." Atticus said.
They then came back to the other room and showed Jim the portrait of Elizabeth and he saw the eerie and strong resemblance the woman had of his wife.
While they went to find Madame Leota, Sara and Patch were still with Edward.
"She died here in this house," Edward told Sara and Patch about his lost love. "She was so very young. So very beautiful... She was in love with the heir to this mansion."
"Your grandfather." Sara replied.
"And he loved her more than life itself," Edward nodded. "But they were from different worlds, they couldn't be together..." he then looked out the window as the rain poured and thunder lightly rumbled distantly.
"What do you mean they couldn't be together?" Patch asked.
"I'm afraid it had to be that way..." Edward said. "Especially with how she went."
"How did she die, Mr. Gracey?" Sara asked.
"She took her own life," Edward continued to stare out into the storm. "Poison. After that, his life became unbearable, and so, without hope, without love, without Elizabeth, he hung himself..."
This news shocked the two of them.
"His soul wanders these halls, waiting for her to return," Edward continued. "If you listen carefully, you can still hear the beating of his broken heart."
Patch and Sara both were shook up from that information.