The Haunted Mansion (Glee Addition)

Chapter 4

Kurt paced through his and Blaine's room to get reception on his phone.

"Unbelievable, no reception!" Kurt sighed, "My dad must be freaking out...."

"Hey, it's going to be okay. It's just one night, we'll be back on the road tomorrow, and then you can call him."

"I guess you're right...but that's not the only thing that sucks. I can't even do my skincare routine." Kurt sighed

Blaine wrapped his arm comfortingly around his boyfriend.

"You should remove the gel from your hair; I'm gonna see if I can find a bathroom in this place," Kurt said and walked out.

Rachel walked out of her room and came across a woman.

"Hello. Have you seen my boyfriend?" She asked, but the woman ran off.

"Hey, wait! Well, that was rude...." Rachel turned around and was startled to see Ramsley behind her!

"Ramsley! You startled me. Have you seen Finn?"

"Yes, I left him in the library."

"Oh, thanks." Rachel nodded and began walking through the manor til she reached the library, and walked up to a turned chair.

"Finn? Baby, it's late; let's not fight anymore, okay? Come to bed?" She was startled to see it wasn't Finn behind the chair but Edward Gracey.

"Oh, Mr. Gracey!" She stumbled back and fell into a pile of books.

"I'm so sorry, I-I thought you were Finn, but clearly you aren't!" Rachel stuttered as she leaned down to pick up the books.

"Can I help you with that?"

"Uh, sure."

"Ramsley hates when I leave things lying about."

"Yeah, he does seem very proper."

"He strikes people that way. Once you get to know him, you'll find that's not the case, but he's really... he's very sweet." He said as he smiled at Rachel.

"He's become like a father to me."

"Mr. Gracey, may I ask you something?"

"Yes, anything."

"Why is this house too much to bear? I mean, it's your home, isn't it? "

"I-I think for you to understand, I really must show you," Gracey said, holding his arm out to Rachel, she was hesitant but took his arm.

"This house was filled with many things, so much life. With grand parties, laughter, and, most of all, hope.

"What happened here, Mr. Gracey?"

"She did."

"Who?"

"Elizabeth. Hers is the story that haunts these walls...."

(Sorry this chapter was a little short)