The Haunted Mansion

The Attic Bride

The three of us walked towards another door. We opened and saw it led into a room filled with dust cobwebs and clutter all around. It appeared as if we entered the attic. We all looked around. There was a thumping sound in the room. The three of us came across the ghost of a woman. She seemed to be dressed in a bridal gown. She was strangely illuminated and her heart flowed red with each heartbeat. She seemed to be sad and in mourning. Zeke and I walked up to her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"My...my husbands," she replied sadly. "Every one of them. Gone. And on my wedding nights and dates. Each of them. Now I wait for someone to take my hand in marriage to stay with me."

"How horrible. What is your name?" I asked.

"Constance," the woman replied. "Constance Hatchaway."

Liberty sensed something.

"Thomas! Don't!" She shrieked.

But as I walked up to the bride, and reached out for her. She made a glare of terror at me. And vanished.

"Here comes the bride!" She exclaimed in a sinister tone. We ran across the room as she chased about threatening us.

"As long as we both shall live."

A Hatchet coming to her each time she spoke.

"For better or for worse. I do. I....I did."

Every corner we turned, we came across portraits of her and her past suitors and relics for her marriages. The portraits transformed to the heads of each groomsmen vanishing.

"In sickness and in....wealth."

It occurred to us now. She killed them all. For their wealth.

"You may now kiss the bride. We'll live happily ever after," she said. She cornered us at last. She advanced on us.

"til death.....do us part," she said ready to strike.

"Ok. That's it!" Zeke shouted. "I've been almost eaten by a werewolf monster. Strapped to a chair, floating around a room with things shrieking past us! But I am not letting a homicidal ghost bride hurt my friends! Come and get me!"

Constance chased after Zeke as he lured her away.

"Certainly finally is getting some courage for once," Liberty said.

"What good will it does us if he gets himself killed?" I asked. "grab that rope. I have a feeling we might need it."

As I ran off, she did so. Zeke ran and dodged ducking every swing of the bride's ax. Zeke had tripped over a trunk. Constance almost struck again. But I grabbed an old sword and blocked her axe.

Liberty joined in the fight too.

As we turned to run the other way, another ghostly manifestation appeared in front of us. He was a cloaked figure with a face like skeletal grin. On one side he had a cane in his hand. In his other hand, hung a hatbox he was holding. With an evil chuckle and a grimace, his head disappeared from his body and appeared in the hatbox.

But now we were cornered by both of them. Seemingly no way out. Then, I had an idea.

"Liberty, Give me that rope," I said. "One, two, three. Jump!"

We jumped through the window and out the attic. I threw the rope towards the house and held on as the other end grasped onto the roof. All three of us grabbed it as we held on for our lives. Working together, we climbed back down to the ground and finally on our feet.

"That was way too close," I muttered.

"Well, we're finally out of that house," Zeke told us. "Another minute, we'd have been chopped meat."

"Yeah, but the adventure isn't over quite yet," I added. "Look."

The three of us walked over to the edge and looked over the hill. And there below us was the graveyard. The fog choking the gravestones that I saw before was clearing up. Spirits were flying out of the tombstones and into the air before our eyes.

"Ok, now we have only one way left to go," I said. The path by that tree should lead us on our way."

"Are you crazy?!" Zeke exclaimed. "The pathway leads to the graveyard."

"You got a better idea, Zeke?" I asked. "You just risked yourself in there to save us from creepy Connie up there. You want to go back to being a chicken boy?"

"Nope," Zeke said. "I'd rather stick with you and Molly Ringwald here."

"Hey!" Liberty shouted. "Are you judging me based on my hair?"

"Yeah, no need for that. Let's get a move on."

The raven flew into the area and perched on top of a branch cawing at us.

"What does that freaky thing want now?" Zeke asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I think it's trying to tell us something. Like a warning."

Zeke picked up a rock and got ready to throw it.

"Don't!" I said to him. "You might only tick him off."