William Gracey
Legacy Name: William Gracey

gDemons and ghouls shrieked and popped out from behind every shadow, reaching for him."Come 'ere, William! There's always room for one more!" a specter shrieked as it jumped out from behind Madam Leota's red, velvet high-backed chair. Leota's cruel, dark laughter echoed through the dark séance room."Goblins and creeps," the mystic chanted, "wherever you're sitting, come out now, and do my bidding!" Her voice was raspy, tinged with venom and hate.

"Leave me alone!" William Gracey screamed. Madam Leota just cackled with malicious delight and sat back in her chair and gazed into the crystal ball sitting on the table before her.

The ghouls guffawed and sniggered as he stumbled and tripped, trying desperately to find his way out of the séance room. Finally, he found the door, yanked it open, and practically flew down the stairs. Lily! She had killed Lily! And Emily… Oh God what have I done! William thought as he raced down the dark hallway. The screams and moans of Madam Leota's wraiths chased him, clawing at his heels. The eyes in the family portraits seemed to follow him, piercing into his terrified soul.

"You can't escape your fate, Master Gracey," William heard Madam Leota say calmly. He turned around, but he could not see her anywhere. Her dark, sadistic chuckle reverberated in the room, sending chills racing up his spine. Suddenly, tarot cards flew into the foyer and whirled around him like a fortune telling tornado. One card separated from the others and hovered in front of William's face.

"You can't run from me, William, because I see all! I can control your soul through my crystal ball!" Leota chanted giddily, in a mocking, child-like tone. She giggled, clearly pleased with her little rhyme.

"No!" screamed William at the top of his lungs. He felt something slap the side of his face. He looked up and saw a rope dangling from the rafters of the unfinished ceiling. The rope brushed his cheek again and he was suddenly reminded of the tarot card. "What are you going to do to me, Leota?" William managed to ask as calmly as he could as he floated nearly thirty feet in the air. "Are you going to kill me? Just like you killed Lily! Just like you killed everyone I loved!"

"Oh, no, Master Gracey. Death is too good for you. I'm not going to kill you; I'm going to keep you imprisoned forever!" Leota started to chant. Her words were so melodic and haunting that they sank into William's brain and down into his soul. He felt compelled to close his eyes and listen. He could not tell what language it was. Latin? French? It did not matter. Nothing seemed to matter anymore…


Story: Lighthouse.
Character: Inspired by Disney's Haunted Mansion.

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