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peach-pops · 4 years ago

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song and movie: 999 Happy Haunts from Haunted Mansion || 1.4k masterlist

warning(s): character deaths, poisoning, mentions of alcohol

authors note: In honor of Halloween here is Nishinoya’s prompt! [If you’re on the discord this is not the spooky one i was talking about, saving it for a rainy day] Some characters or paintings I allude to are from the actual ride in either Disneyland/DisneyWorld and more info on them can be found here! Of course, one of the Haunted Mansions most recognizable rooms is the Stretching Room/Foyer and if you want to see what paintings I allude to click here!

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lyrics: If you would like to join our jamboree, there's a simple rule that's compulsory // Mortals pay a token fee, rest in peace, the haunting's free // So hurry back we would like your company

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“ You know, we should get a place like this. Wouldn’t you say it’s cozy and romantic?” Nishinoya teased as he slipped his wet tie off of his neck and hung it up on the coat rack.

“ I would also say it’s creepy, secluded from the outside world, and full of cobwebs but whatever makes you happy my love,” You said as you removed Noya’s drenched coat from your head and hung it up beside him.

You had always teased your fiancé about getting a manor of this size if you two ever made it big but as you stood there in the middle of the foyer, all you wanted to do was leave and never look back. You and Noya just needed a place to stay to wait out the rain after your car had broken down so when you two stumbled upon this seemingly vacant manor, who were you two to pass up the chance at a warm fire?

Who were you two to pass up the chance at a warm fire- what an awfully silly thought that was now. Here you were, in a stranger’s home, unannounced, uninvited, and certainly not welcomed.

“ I have a bad feeling about this Yu, maybe we should leave,” You said, clearly distressed,” we practically broke in and now we’re just making ourselves comfortable in a stranger’s home.”

“ Relax, first of all, it’s not breaking in if the doors were unlocked and second, if it makes you feel any better, maybe we can try to find the owner and wake them up,” Noya said as if it was a matter of fact and while you knew his option was awful, you had no better suggestions.

As you looked around the foyer, you took notice that there wasn’t a single sign of running electricity yet besides the peeling wallpaper and the creaking floorboards, it was in good repair for a mansion of its era. You felt like you were in a real lifetime machine; everything from the candlesticks that were covered in light dust to the stale, dead air you were breathing in felt ancient.

“ Whoever lives here could use a house renovation,” Noya laughed to try and ease your worry but your mind couldn’t be bothered to entertain him when you felt like you were being watched.

You tried to keep your eyes off the walls of the room but it was as if they were luring you in, almost prodding you to turn and lookup. Across the upper extension of the foyer laid out framed, huge portraits that were faded in color and stared back at you with empty eyes.

The series of macabre portraits made you shift uneasily from side to side and Noya’s eyes were soon drawn to them too. One painting stood a smiling, elderly woman with a single rose in her hand while another showed a middle-aged bearded man holding a scroll.

No matter where you stood in the room, it was as if the eyes were following you carefully.

The last painting on the far left side of the foyer made you hold your breath as you carefully took in the portrait; a beautiful young woman, who couldn’t be that much older than yourself, held a pink parasol over her shoulder as she smiled plainly back at you.

As you stared at the portrait, you felt an uneasy feeling over your shoulder, and in the peripheral of your eyes, the striped, peeling wallpaper looked as though it was stretching and that the room was getting longer.

“ I must be going mad,” You mumbled to yourself as you waited for Noya to empty out the water left in his shoe.

In your gut, you knew that there was something unnerving within the walls of the mansion so once Nishinoya grabbed a candlestick and lit it, you two both made your way down the hall to try and find the owner of the manor as quickly as you could.

Noya held the candlestick up to the height of his shoulder and peered down the dark corridor as you listened closely for any sign of activity. You and Noya both shared the same furrowed expression when the sound of a low hum made its way through the walls of the manor and whatever was making the noise, you could feel the vibrations underneath your feet.

“ Music? Is that a pipe organ?” You asked after a moment of silence to confirm your guess,” so that means someone does live here.”

“ Or that someone is throwing a party, listen see?” You and Noya walked farther down and the closer you got to the end of the corridor, the louder the music got,”I think I hear people too!”

Your grip on his arm relaxed but your chest still felt tight at the feeling of being somewhere you knew you shouldn’t be. It was almost as if the dread was smothering you like a pillow over your mouth and nose; each time you thought you would have a chance at a full breath, something else would set you off to make you more anxious.

Whether it was the bolts of lightning that would illuminate through the grimey windows or the distant but present ‘creek’ heard just a few feet behind you, everything and anything about this manor did not sit right with you.

Noya approached the great mahogany door and by the sound of laughter and music, it was clear that there was some sort of rambunctious occasion happening on the other side of the wall. By the layout of the manor, it made sense that there would only be one grand entrance to the ballroom yet the mahogany door was covered in dust and undisturbed spiderwebs that looked as though they had been harboring there for years.

“Noya, don’t touch that. There’s probably another way in we just have to figure it out,” You said as he continued to try and push the heavy door forward with his foot,” Yu, enough. The spiders-”

“ Stand no chance again me!” Noya forced open the great mahogany door with one final push as several hundreds of spiders scattered up towards the ceiling. The door made an earsplitting cracking noise from the wood being stuck to the doorframe for so long but once the door opened all the way, the both of you froze right where you stood.

There, within the Grand Hall, revealed over a hundred spirits floating and waltzing along to a jovial melody from the towering organ pipe that was playing by itself. Each ghost was dressed elegantly from their head to their feet and there was no lush or lively color to their translucent ivory figures except a light blue hue encompassing the outline of each one.

You were absolutely terrified by the scene in front of you and for a moment, you truly believed you were going crazy. It wasn’t until you pried your eyes away from the ballroom and towards your fiancé that you knew the look of awe and fear on his face made everything more real.

A huge gust of wind flew past you as it instantly knocked the candlestick out of his hand, drawing the attention of some nearby ghosts.

“ Looks like we have a couple of party crashers huh?”

“ Well as they always say, the more the scarier!”

“ What’s wrong mortals? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!”

You could feel the thumping of your heart against your chest and while you were sure you couldn’t take a breath, you could still sense the oxygen flowing in and out of your lungs. As Noya was paralyzed with shock, you quickly snapped out of your daze and tried to run out the room holding Noya’s hand but the mahogany door shut quickly, leaving you and Noya trapped inside.

“ Well, we certainly weren’t expecting more guests, especially guests of your kind,” You turned your head to face the ghost with the slow, MidAtlantic drawl and whose beard resembled white ivy tendrils,” but for you travelers, maybe we can make an exception.”

Noya opened his mouth to reply but he could tell in the way that you squeezed his hand that you wanted him to save his breath.

You gave a fleeting glance to Noya but turned your head back to the ghosts and did your best not to be distracted by their physically transparent state,” We’re very sorry, we didn’t know this manor was occupied. This looks like a charming party, however, we really should be going-”

“ Nonsense! You mortals are no match for this storm outside!” A chill went up your spine as one of the female ghosts with a wide feather hat yanked harshly on your arm and her touch felt as sharp as ice,” I see that lovely ring on your finger which must mean you two must be betrothed! I remember what it felt like to be young and in love, now all I am is dead and rich!”

Noya let out a genuine laugh at the ghosts quip,” Well, it could be worse, you could be dead and poor! Or alive and poor-”

“ Nishionya!” You scolded but the female ghost only tutted your tongue.

“ Oh dear that’s alright, please, you must stay and dance!”

“ Please, we really should be leaving.-”

“ Don’t you want to stay for the party?”

“ Oh no, thank you but, well, we shouldn’t impose-”

“ Impose? Well, it would be a delight to celebrate with you mortal lovebirds,” another ghost chipped in as the plump spirit pulled Noya in close to his side,”what do you say, hm? Convince your darling there’s no harm in a dance or two!”

From the second you laid eyes on Noya, you could see his whole body pumping with adrenaline as if he was on a drip. For Noya, how much damage could one dance do?

“ Y/N...one dance and we can leave,” Noya practically pouted as you now felt the immense pressure of having to either deny or accept his request,” please darling?”

You looked back and forth between the ghosts surrounding you, your fiance, and the other spirits waltzing on the dancefloor and while you knew deep down you should just grab him by the ear and bolt out of there, you reluctantly caved in,” You get one dance. One.”

Noya’s eyes lit up and he was buzzing up and down from excitement because how many people could say they got to dance in a haunted ballroom with ghosts?

“ There is one little thing you must do before you are allowed to partake in the jamboree. Us ghouls have a rule that's compulsory where mortals must pay a token fee,” The bearded ghost sang in a low rhyme as he handed you and Noya a cocktail glass filled with a silvery, gray liquid,” in this case since we have much to celebrate, the token fee is simply a toast... to new beginnings.”

You warily took the glass and when you bent you face down to smell the liquor, you wrinkled your nose immediately at the stench and your eyes began to water. Noya had the same reaction but instead, went to smell it again.

“ This smells horrid.”

“ It’s a classic creme de violette with gin and lemon juice. The correct name is called the Gray Ghost.”

“ It doesn’t change the way I think the drink smells,” You said as you gave another look at Noya,” one dance. You hear me?”

“ One dance, yes! Just one,” Noya couldn’t even hold in his anticipation as his smile grew bigger,” I love you.”

“ I love you too,” You took in a deep breath and clinked your class against your fiances,” To new beginnings.”

Noya couldn’t help but lean in to give you a soft kiss before the toast and as you kissed him back, you felt safer knowing that he was here with you, no matter how insane the night had become.

You both ignored the applause that came from the surrounding ghosts and Noya gave you a small smile before clinking his glass against yours,” To new beginnings.”

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You and Noya’s infectious laughter could be heard from every corner of the ballroom yet the spirits paid no mind to the two loverbirds as Noya attempted to twirl and dip you for the third time in a row.

You shrieked at him and told him to stop and you exclaimed over and over again how he was going to drop you. Noya, with his newfound confidence he had gained by watching the other spirits waltz, insisted that third times the charm and he promised he wouldn’t let go of you this time.

By any witness there, Noya had picked up absolutely zero skills from the other spirits because he couldn’t take his eyes away from you for that long. One song turned into two more and this continued on all throughout the evening and not once did the couple ever pull away from each other to take a break.

Master Gracey watched the young couple from afar and smiled to himself as Madame Leota polished the cocktail glasses.

“ Do you think they’ll ask for another round?” Madame Leota teased as she bumped her hip against his,” They didn’t waste a single drop, they must’ve been thirsty. Oh, you must tell me how to make that cocktail, I’ve always been awful at making drinks.”

Master Gracey hummed and pulled out his notepad to recheck the ingredients and started to list them off to his desperate companion,” Three-fourths ounce of lemon juice, two ounces of gin, half an ounce of the cherry liquor-”

“Heering or Maraschino?”

“ Maraschino. It’s always Maraschino. Then a dash of blue curacao and half an ounce of creme de violette,” Master Gracey said as the young couple caught his eye again,” how much did I put in?”

He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when the energetic male successfully did a half-decent dip to his lover. Their translucent, ivory figures jumped up and down for joy because finally, they managed to get the move right. As the couple leaned in for another kiss, Master Gracey snapped his fingers once when he remembered the last ingredient.

“ Oh, that’s right! It was half a teaspoon of arsenic.”

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