No-one knew what happened except I. Oh, they could speculate. They would speculate! Yet they couldn't agree. What happened to Harry? Did the father kill them all? Was it the crazed girl, Elizabeth? Or maybe even Harry himself? My grave, it was put at a crossroads, much to my laughter. They regarded my death a suicide - fools! It was my father. He murdered my heart and I murdered my body. I wasn't going to heaven or hell, I was a ghost. A lost soul, if you will. I resided in my cursed and crumbling mansion. The cold made me feel at home now, as did the spiders in every corner. My shrieks and howls kept the house empty, and so I concluded to invite other
doomed souls to stay here, keeping the fragments of my heart company.
Elizabeth.
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Here Comes The Bride (COMPLETED)
TerrorThis is a fanfic of Disneyland's Haunted Mansion, and it tells the tale of the ghost bride, Elizabeth. If you like this one I will write a sequel for the hitch-hiking ghosts, Gus, Phineas and Ezra. It is a short story inspired partly by Edgar Allan...
