The Haunted Mansion: The Reign of Boo Ch. 1 by markzilla6895, literature
Literature
The Haunted Mansion: The Reign of Boo Ch. 1
Evelyn Halloway was jolted awake by the combination of her phone vibrating and emitting a loud alarm noise. “Ngh, five more minutes…” the sixteen-year-old grumbled, still half-asleep. She blindly reached out to push the “Snooze” button on the phone, her vision blocked by the comforter and pillow. Throwing the large blanket aside, she revealed her frizzled red hair and annoyed looking expression. Hitting the button, the alarm stopped and she sat up. Her poster of Boris Karloff as the Mummy greeted her sight like every morning. “Morning, Boris,” she muttered as she rolled out of bed and headed to the connecting bathroom to freshen up. Instead of being disturbed by the sight, she found it quite reassuring - maybe because it reminded her that she didn’t have to worry about getting heavy layers of makeup put on every day, like Karloff did while playing the Mummy or Frankenstein’s monster. That, or because she was just a fan of movie monsters and creepy, paranormal stuff in general. She
Attic Apparitions: A Haunted Mansion Poem by Shaydys, literature
Literature
Attic Apparitions: A Haunted Mansion Poem
As below, so above
The worst secrets are not always found under ground
For in an attic, dust and cobwebs amuck
Lay a legacy of treachery and murder profound
A woman dressed in her wedding best
Thinks of her suitor, for she he adores
Puts on her dear pearls, turns to see him impressed
Her husband at last, waiting at the door.
A man, aged greatly, stirs his concoction
Fumes of madness rise as the hatter does his chore
A ring makes him grin as he covers the toxin
His customer at last, waiting at the door
She walks down the aisle over petals of pink
Keeping calm under her veil so as not to sneer
He says "I do." She viciously thinks
"You have t
Chapter 1: Into The Haunted Mansion Of Horror by novarose122001, literature
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Chapter 1: Into The Haunted Mansion Of Horror
Stephanie was wandering around in the familiar streets of her modest neighborhood.
It was past 11 o’clock on October 30th, 5224, almost close to Halloween eve for tomorrow.
Of course, she naturally wanted to go trick or treating all by herself and voluntarily leave her “family” behind, but, since she doesn’t have a Halloween costume to justly celebrate, she wisely decides to willingly let her “family” to typically go trick or treating first.
She has tanned almond skin color, long brunette hair that is down to the middle of her back, with multi-colored wires in series of unique hues on the
The Haunted Mansion - New at the Mansion by ScroogeMacDuck, literature
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The Haunted Mansion - New at the Mansion
New at the Mansion
or Purply Shroud's ImpressionsA Haunted Mansion Story
Starring Purply Shroud
He was. At least he thought he did… He thought… He thought he used to be, yes, that must be it. He had been … something, somebody, he couldn't quite remember. How could he have? He had stopped existing. He had no memories, nowill, no body. He simply… drifted. It is neither pleasant nor unpleasant, mostly because he didn't have enough of a mind left to feel strongly about anything. He was nobody, nothing at all, and he was floating through nowhere, engulfed in a dark void.
He perceived…
A green light.
How could that
Haunted Mansion - Dead Parrot Sketch by ScroogeMacDuck, literature
Literature
Haunted Mansion - Dead Parrot Sketch
John C. Praline was a very tall mortal with angular features, formally dressed and with impeccably groomed short black hair. Somehow, he made his way into the Mansion without any of the Cast Members noticing, and he pushed the door of the Ghost Relations Department, where the Ghost Host was sitting, absorbed in the reading of several applications and death certificates.
“Hello, I wish to register a complaint”, said Praline.
The Ghost Host did not blink, merely sighing as he tore apart the nth application letter of the Shoebox Ghost. Praline insisted.
“Hello, ghosty!
— What?
— I wish to make a complaint.
The Haunted Mansion - Room Crisis by ScroogeMacDuck, literature
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The Haunted Mansion - Room Crisis
Room CrisisA Haunted Mansion Story
The Ghost Host and Little Leota (the Ghostess) were staying up late this day, trying to get some work done. Thousands of ghosts applied to the Mansion every week, some sending long desperate letters detailing how their original haunting grounds had been smashed by the endless growing of the modern cities, others just sending their death certificate in an enveloppe. It was long and tiring to answer to them all, to ratify and return the death certificates to those they didn’t hire.
“Erasmus E. Echberg ? German Black Forest. Wealthy bürgermeister. Died 1911, fell off a cliff.”
“
The Hatbox Ghost : Be prepared by Benthehyena, literature
Literature
The Hatbox Ghost : Be prepared
Hatbox Ghost :
Master Gracey thinks I'm not essential,
And the Ghost Host just can't stand me.
The error I committed wasn't intentionnal !!
But they still banished me fastly...
I know that your powers of retention
Are so strict that they destroyed my pride :
I now haunt outside of the Mansion ;
I miss sleeping next to my bride.
It's clear from your surprised expression
That you're wondering what I've in mind.
Well we're talking next generation...
Even you know that I'm not resigned !
So know that people remember me.
Be prepared for sensational news :
A ghoulish new era
With the return of the fella !
Master Gracey :
And why would
Hurt-Comfort Fanfic: Insomnia by The-Max765, literature
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Hurt-Comfort Fanfic: Insomnia
WARNING! THE FOLLOWING FANFIC CONTAINS NON-ROMANTIC, NON-SEXUAL HURT\COMFORT, OCCASIONAL HILARITY, AND SCENES OF GRAPHIC ADORABLENESS. ANYONE CONVINCED THAT THIS SHOULD INVOLVE SHIPPING WILL BE SENT DIRECTLY TO THEIR PROCTOLOGIST, WHO WILL HOPEFULLY HELP GET THEIR HEAD OUT OF THEIR ASS.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
Hurt\Comfort: Insomnia
Fandoms: Knock-Knock, Haunted Mansion video game
Things had actually managed to get weirder for Ezekiel Holloway. Considering that Zeke was the chosen hero of a nearly-2000-year-old high-powered asskicking device from the spirit world called the Beacon of Souls, which looked like a lantern, but worked more