Amateur paranormal investigator Y/N L/N and his best friend Sarah Anderson travel the country looking to make it big. When the two hear word about a famed manor in New York that's said to be buzzing with spiritual activity, they decide to see it for...
The next morning, the old caretaker approached the decrepit Hightower Mansion. He was expecting to have to file yet another missing persons report. He noticed the strangers' van parked out front, shaking his head at it.
As the caretaker walked by the manor, he paused. Something seemed different about it. The tree blocking the front entrance had been moved over night. Even more cryptically, he could have sworn he saw a girl with red hair pass by the window. Not a transparent spirit, but an actual girl.
With several questions and willing to take a chance, the caretaker carefully approached the front porch. He knocked on the door, cautious of what to expect. He was caught off guard by one of the strangers opening it, very much alive.
Y/N: Hello. May I help you?
Caretaker: You... you're alive?!
Y/N: Yes. I suppose I am.
Caretaker: But what about the spirits? Haven't you seen the ghosts that haunt these halls?
Y/N: Ghosts? In this place? Get out of here. Oh, I want you to know that this place is now under our ownership per the wishes of Master William Gracey.
Caretaker: Gr... Gracey?!
Y/N: Yes. This place would make quite the bed and breakfast, with a token fee, of course.
Caretaker: Are... are you sure this place isn't haunted?
Y/N: Trust me. We're just a normal couple opening up an inn for lost travelers.
As they were talking, Sarah walked out of the door beside them carrying a sign over her shoulder. She made her way to the front gate and stuck it into the front lawn by the entrance. "Notice! All ghosts and restless spirits, post-lifetime leases are now available. Mortals: Hourly ghost tours from 7-12, Mon-Fri. Make your reservations now."
The caretaker looked at the sign in disbelief, shaking his head. Y/N grinned and turned to him.
Y/N: Oh, we may still be needing a proper groundskeeper. We can pay you for your services if you'll accept.
The caretaker looked at Y/N with wide eyes. He shook his head and waved him off, walking back down the porch. Sarah walked up and stood next to Y/N.
Sarah: What was that about?
Y/N: Oh, just some business arrangements.
The two smiled at each other and pecked one another on the lips. Sarah gently patted Y/N's cheek while walking inside.
Sarah: Come on. We don't want to keep our guests waiting.
Y/N smiled at her. He looked back outside before shutting the door. Stepping back into the manor, Y/N tickled Sarah and chased her down the hall in glee.
As dusk set, all the ghosts inside the manor were hosting a celebration party. The ballroom was filled with happy haunts and gleeful ghosts. Food filled the table and glasses clinked in cheers. The organist and band were playing an upbeat, jazz iteration of the song they played in the graveyard.
Throughout the ballroom, all the spirits inside were having a good time. For the first time in centuries they were allowed to let loose. A particularly drunk ghost hung onto the chandelier, swinging from his cane. Master Gracey bobbed his head to the music. On the table next to him was Madame Leota dancing inside her crystal ball.
The three hitchhikers all tried to play pranks on each other while having a drink off. It ended with Gus being the most victorious with the others passed out before the sun even set. On the other side of the table, having fun with some friends, was an old spirit. He wore a button up plaid shirt and dark blue jeans. He wore tennis shoes on his feet and a trucker hat on his head. He held up a can of beer in celebration with the others, a smile plastered on his delighted face.
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Next to the grand organ, the spectral dancers were all bouncing around, tossing each other in a fun dance. Among the incorporeal spirits were Y/N and Sarah. They danced hand in hand, swaying with the music. The two smiled wildly as they had fun with their new friends, dancing well into the night. Their news lives had truly begun looking over others' afterlives in the Haunted Mansion.
