Did you know that Disneyland Paris’s Pirates of the Caribbean was the first version that recieved the Redhead change ? Contrary to the american parks, here she don’t talk and have a slightly different look and haircut. But the more intriguing thing is that she now looks familiar...she reminds of another famous girl somewhere else in the park. Indeed ! Melanie Ravenswood’s face mold was reused for the Redhead’s makeover. (Unless Melanie became a pirate ^^)
WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS THEMES OF VIOLENCE AND ABUSE!
Reading someone was all about tuning into their memories - which were stored best inside one’s heart, for the mind could force a person to forget an event if it were horrible enough but the heart will always remember the feeling of that past pain.
And as for searching...
I stood in a hallway with doors on either side with a white door at the very end- odd considering usually all the doors I had ever encountered were usually the same color. Upon the first step forward there was a squish and I then realized there was blood pooling out of certain rooms leaving the floor coated in the sticky liquid.
I pressed on and opened the first door; he was arguing with a young man holding onto a woman who was covering her cheek as though she had been struck.
I stepped to another door; this one had blood coming from the bottom which was pooling out of two bodies - it seemed to be at night and the mayor was telling two officers to dispose of the bodies.
I shut that door while my heart began racing, this man covered up murder! I ran to another room that pooled out blood, another cover up with the police.
I felt sick as I opened another, this one had no blood but he was talking to a man and woman - with sapphire eyes.
“He’s no longer welcome in this town, I suggest you find some way to get rid of him.” Said the mayor.
“He’s my son and I will not abandon him, I’m all he has!” The man with sapphire eyes pleaded.
“If you don’t have him gone by tomorrow then I will get rid of him, a bastard is a disgrace to this town, make your choice George because you will not me to do it for you.”
I shut that door and looked at all the ones remaining but bypassed them to instead find some kind of softness in such a cruel man.
The door was chipped and hardly taken care of, when I opened it the hinges let out an ear shattering squeal. This room was already so much nicer than the previous rooms- it was a sunny day on a hill of wildflowers, the breeze was soft against my skin while I watched the mayor approach a girl on the hill. The girl had short hair to her chin while wearing a mourning gown and humming... her humming was delightful, though she sounded so sweet the song she hummed seemed to have a rather morose tune.
She plucked flower after flower while placing them carefully in her arms and standing- she turned around accidentally bumping into the mayor causing her flowers to burst in a cloud of petals and pollen.
“I’m so sorry!” She had her eyes clamped shut as if waiting to be struck- but he slid his hand across her tanned cheek and slid it down to her chin- tilting it up to face him as he leaned down to kiss her.
I lifted my hands from his as he sat looking rather unimpressed.
“Who is she?” I whispered, she looked no older than I was when I gained my powers.
“Who do you mean?” But he was visibly uncomfortable.
“I saw a young girl in a black dress picking flowers and you kissed her.” I wrung my hands as if I could get his touch off me. “Is it all young girls or just that one?”
“You’ve imagined a false memory, witch.” He hissed to me while standing from his chair, “Just as I suspected you’re a fraud.”
“And she wasn’t too far from my skin color either come to think of it, seems your distain for ‘slaves’ is just a mask.”
He turned a dark red and walked off - leaving me to pack up my things.
“Wow, I’m the only one who can get the old man’s face that red.” Called William from his front door. “What did you tell him you saw?”
“I saw his truest desire.” I stated matter of factly.
“Well whatever you guessed - it hit close to home.” William took my table and followed me back to my wagon as I began putting my things away.
“I don’t guess, he was after a young girl’s heart and kissed her while she was gathering flowers.” I reached back to him from my wagon to take my table.
“Gathering flowers...?” William mumbled, “What was she wearing?” I rolled my eyes and leaned on my wagon before him- arms crossed.
“It hardly matters what she was wearing, he had no right to touch such a young girl like that.”
“T-that’s not what I meant!” He turned red and ran his hand through his hair. “You know what never mind, do you need help with anything else?”
“That should be all of it... William let me give you a reading, I’m curious to know what dirty deeds you have resting inside here.” I poked his chest making him cock an eyebrow to me, but he rolled his eyes and held out his palms.
“Alright but hurry up, dinner is ready and I don’t want my roast to be cold.”
I placed my hands on his and was taken to a more familiar sight, a hallway without blood pooling onto the tiles.
I opened a door showing a young William sitting at a desk in the mansion library - listening to some woman teach him as he slumped bored over his desk.
The next he was working tirelessly at piano, after that he was barraged by his parents that he was hardly showing the same progress as his brothers, and the next he was lounging beside an unmarked grave sleeping as yelling erupted from his home. I made a face- none of this was very interesting... just typical rich kid stuff.
I skipped to the second to last door, he was ... he was...
What in the actual hell?
William was steering a ship in a red coat with golden details, they landed at an island where the pirates all began unloading.
“Lets go men! But leave the prize to me!” And as he jumped over the railing into the sands I saw he was approaching a church.
I stepped back from that door - now completely thrown off as I reached for the very last door.
Inside it was night time as the moon bathed two bodies among the graves in silver light, it was William and the girl in black.
She was stroking his hair as they lay in the grass humming her sweet sad tune, she pecked him on the lips and snuggled against his chest while William closed his eyes and smiled.
I lifted my hands and looked at William with a little smile. “You knew her, that girl in black.” William stepped back from me, his eyes wide but he made no attempt to validate my claim.
“Lets go, dinner will be getting cold.” He adjusted his coat and turned to walk away.
“Of course, Captain.” I placed my hand on my hip when he turned around with a blush rising to his cheeks.
“Did the mayor tell you? How -?”
“Oh so the mayor knows? What do you work for him?”
He didn’t answer but instead walked inside, I followed behind him to the dining room where a beautiful roast was sitting drenched in it’s fatty juices, steamed vegetables seasoned besides it, and fresh flaky biscuits were prepared and ready in a wicker bread bowl.
“You can’t dodge my questions and you know that my black magic is very real and very powerful - so just tell me! A little piracy is exciting, far better than your dreary childhood.”
“I have nothing to say, Madame.” William sliced off some roast and slid a plate down to me as he began helping himself.
“William, I could make you tell me.” I threatened with a little smile, he straightened and looked at me with a glare.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” But he set the silverware down as he took in a breath, “Do you want to know how I earned this?” He held up his hand which was branded with a ‘B’. “Do you want to know the people I’ve killed? The towns I’ve burned to the ground? The women I’ve stolen?” I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say.
“Yes, I want to know, who did you kill?”
William blinked as the silence filled the room but then placed a hand over his eyes while he laughed.
“Leota you are disturbed by nothing.”
“I’m disturbed by your brother’s lack of sense in women.”
“Oh you did NOT have feelings for Vincent!” He began laughing harder as he plopped down in a seat beside me.
“He knew all the right words! And his graveyard was so...” I bit my lip as I sighed, “I bought a dress and everything! But do you know what he did?” William shook his head as he chewed a mouthful of roast. “He heard from the spirits that you were in town and showed me out right after to go visit you.”
“Ha! You expected too much of Vincent- he loves death more than he could love any woman.” And we drank that night sharing stories of piracy as well as black arts- till we both passed out on the table.
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The weeks following were similar in that way as William and I kept to ourselves usually during the day while at night we ate and drank till we couldn’t anymore.
The partying came to a halt one night when I came back from a day of ruining people’s lives and found William sulking at the table.
“So did you want to talk about it or am I going to be eating alone tonight?” I asked as I pulled up a chair beside him.
“I can’t say... I just...” He grunted and threw his glass at the wall. “It’s not my place to say... I’m just stuck in a situation where there is little I can do.”
“What? With your reputation? I would think you can do anything.” William was giving a silent nod but stopped - a smile ran across his face and he hurriedly got up to give me a hug, making me spill my drink.
“Hey!”
“Leota you’re amazing!”
I wasn’t sure how I was amazing exactly? But he wasn’t wrong I was rather brilliant on any given day, however I don’t know what about that made him announce his marriage to Emily the VERY NEXT DAY!
If only his brother were that bold.
But the engagement made for a very promising party at the mansion, gypsies were swinging from the chandelier (not sure how they got up there) and others were dancing to their hearts content.
I stumbled over to Emily in a drunken stupor and pulled her off to the hall. “Leota! I was in the middle of a dance, can’t it wait?”
“I wanna ask you for that favor! Since you and William getting married in one day’s time is pretty suspicious!”
“O-oh?” Emily stammered while wringing her fingers. “I assure you it’s a mutual engagement.”
“I invoke my favor! I would like to preform a reading.” She couldn’t refuse due to the deal she struck with me so her hands held themselves out palms upwards.
“W-what does a reading do? Is it painful?”
“Shhh! Shhh... no it’s not painful, I’m just going to take a look into that cute heart of yours and check out your memories.”
I placed my hands atop hers.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway I was overwhelmed as tears began to pour from my eyes, it didn’t help that I was waist deep in water either.
I opened her first door - she was reading with her parents.
Next door - she was asleep by the door when he parents came in, apologizing since they had to work late.
The next door - she was alone in a barren room sobbing.
I swam down towards the end of the hall since all this crying was driving me mad! I almost missed it but there was a room that had blood coming out of it- though you could hardly tell through the water. I went to investigate but a current was sweeping me back to where I entered.
No way, she was not going to push me out that easily.
I turned my attention to the door at the end instead- it was black with veins crawling their way along the wall around it like an infection. As soon as I touched the handle I tried to give it a mighty tug but it refused to budge, so I slammed my hand on it - green smoke seeping into the wood till it finally creaked open.
The water was sucked into the vast dark emptiness of the room it contained until I stood before it - the dripping from my clothes the only sound left.
I wasn’t sure what I should be seeing or if I should be seeing anything since inside was only inky blackness. But after a moment the darkness formed into long hands that latched onto me, the fingers ran through my hair and lifted my chin to inspect me, I was prodded and groped all around as panic set into my chest - I could hardly move my arms as tears still poured from my eyes. Inside of the room I heard a shrill scream, “NO! NO! NO!” Before the water returned and a current forced me back out.
I opened my eyes which had grown wet, Emily pulled her hands out of my own and lifted them to wipe my tears.
“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry! You must have seen when my parents died.”
“Emily did someone hurt you?” I whispered, taking her wrists in my grasp, my fingertips glowing with a faint green. “If someone hurt you I’ll take care of them.”
“Nothing happened! I promise I’m perfectly fine.” She flashed a smile, “But you were crying... Was that because of me? And if it was I’ll make up for it, I’ll ... umm make you something!” I only stared at her while she attempted to offer remedies of arts and crafts. “I’ve never made a birdhouse before but I can always try, or - or perhaps you would like a love letter instead? I’ve never made one of those either but they can’t be very hard.”
“Okay okay, I don’t need anything from you Emily.” I wrapped my arms around her neck and held her close to me. “If he has hurt you or ends up hurting you in any way... I’ll take care of him.”
“H-he? I’m not hurt! I’ve never been hurt except when I hurt myself- which I do a lot but jumping from a second story building doesn’t really help I guess!” She laughed nervously and gave me a tight squeeze before wiggling away. “I had better get going... big day tomorrow!”
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I had the worst hangover the next morning, I felt horrible since this was Emily’s big day and I was starting it off on such a sour note.
If only that was the worst part.
I had been talking to some of the gypsies in the parlor when I heard her scream, I remember dropping my glass and running to the open front doors only to see Emily laying on her back in her white gown, her blood trickling down the front steps.
I looked back up to the window and saw William standing there with his hands gripping the window pane.
William.
I ran back inside and rammed right into the mayor who glared at me, “Out of my way, slave.”
I honestly did not have time as I hurried to the attic- out of breath as I gripped the doorframe, I composed myself as I stepped towards William but my foot bumped into something just inside... a hatbox?
I gasped upon seeing the decaying head inside.
“She’s gone ... Leota you have to bring her back, she never deserved this.” William croaked from the window, he approached me and grabbed my wrist.
“Get your hands off me!” I screamed, but he placed my hand on his head.
“Give me the power to bring her back if you won’t!”
“Did you do this?” I growled finally with my hand still on his head, he dropped his gaze sadly.
“I didn’t mean to... I wanted to be with her forever... we were almost together forever.” I removed my hand from his head and tried to steady my breaths.
“I’ll make a deal with you William.” I smiled and extended my hand to him, “I’ll give the Gracey family the power to raise any spirit that has died on their soil, but only under certain conditions, do you accept?” He eagerly grabbed my hand and shook it.
“Anything you want.”
“You foolish mortal...” I cooed and flexed the green aura from my hand- squeezing his hand so hard he dropped to his knees before me. “Your legacy may bring whomever spirit they so choose to come back to our world under some conditions, you must die before you can ever achieve this power.”
“What?” William hissed as I released his hand, still grinning to him.
“You’re right... Emily never deserved that, so I’m not going to let you get away with it.” I turned and walked away listening to him scream and throw what items there were in the attic.
As I walked into the parlor I heard the Mayor shouting, “That’s her! She shoved past me after she pushed the bride from the window!”
“What?” I snapped, but the officers grabbed my arms and shackled me. “I did nothing like that!”
“You should never cross me, slave.” He smirked and I was marched off to a holding cell before my sentencing.
I’m sure you can guess.
It was death I was sentenced to death, beheading to be specific.
I remember the disgusted looks of the people as I was walked onto the platform, I spat on the ground before me and cursed the ground that this town lay on.
I was cursing William as well, that bastard didn’t even get his punishment in the end! Instead he took his own life before he could be arrested...
My chin was propped onto the platform, I closed my eyes, imagining my parents... imagining my caravan, even emily.
And then the blade dropped.
When my eyes opened again I was here and I had all the powers of the universe at my disposal- seated before me was a girl with black hair and dressed in a green and black outfit.
“So your curse actually works.” She stated rather monotone.
“Of course it does, who are you? And what do you want?” I glared at the girl but she remained expressionless.
“I’m here on behalf of the Adventurer’s Club, I am to watch over this mansion in case you decide to in anyway damage or destroy life as we know it, eachother, or any bystanders who think it would be fun to watch ghosts in an omnimover attraction, just call me the Hostess.”
❧
“Wait, the hostess actually has a purpose?” Red gasped and leaned forward - obviously quite engaged.
“Of course she does, why else would she be here?”
“I don’t know I just figured she was a homeless mortal who stayed here and read that ani-may stuff.”
“It’s manga if you read it.” I corrected.
“Who cares?” Red sighed and then rubbed the bridge of her nose, “But it sounds like this William guy is who killed Hatty, probably killed Emily, and is making all of us suffer with him- so where do I find him?”
“You don’t.” I stated cooly, “He is the house and he finds you.” Constance seemed to be lifted from her trance as the door opened to the seance room.
“What? How did I get to Leotas’ room?” Constance mumbled, but no answer was given for instead standing in the doorway was a raven haired woman, her green eyes heavy with disinterest, and wearing a black and green striped dress that hung down to her calves.
“I should have known you two would be the ones to start stirring things up.” She sighed, in her hand was a lantern and it seemed as the warm yellow light washed over Constance her memory remained intact.
“We just wanted to find out who killed Emily!” Red shouted, “I didn’t think it was going to make the house freak out!”
“You what?” The hostess took a step forward and looked around the room, she waved her hand for Red and Constance to follow her. “You two come with me, I can’t believe ... Not even the Adventurer’s Club would pull what you two have tried!”
“Adventure’s Club?” Constance wondered, both she and Red were getting up now as I watched them leave through the door, the last thing I heard was the Hostess responding to Red.
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