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happilyeverbeginning2020-08-25 06:38 pm
lifesa_witch) wrote in happilyeverbeginning2020-08-25 06:38 pm
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grim grinning ghosts, come out to socialize (magica x donald)
De Spell Manor hadn't been touched in ages, and for damned good reason - at least, if you believed the rumors. It was, put simply, a haunted mansion. Anyone who attempted to stay the night usually left before sunrise, scared out of their minds, so it seemed feasible that no one would ever buy the mansion.
Tell that to Scrooge McDuck. He owned the property - far as he saw it - and he wanted to refurbish and sell the manor. Problem was, all the contractors were darned scaredy-cats, so he decided the best way to prove the manor wasn't haunted was to have someone spent the night and survive.
The ups and downs of working for family - the unlucky soul was one Donald Duck. He was not to leave the mansion if he ever wanted to see a paycheck again. So of course on the day he was set to "move in", it was a dark and stormy night. Cobwebs were everywhere inside the mansion, every door had a eerie squeak to it, there was the occasional growl of a rat...
... and deep within the shadows, the phantom waited. Well well well. How to drive out this latest fool?
Tell that to Scrooge McDuck. He owned the property - far as he saw it - and he wanted to refurbish and sell the manor. Problem was, all the contractors were darned scaredy-cats, so he decided the best way to prove the manor wasn't haunted was to have someone spent the night and survive.
The ups and downs of working for family - the unlucky soul was one Donald Duck. He was not to leave the mansion if he ever wanted to see a paycheck again. So of course on the day he was set to "move in", it was a dark and stormy night. Cobwebs were everywhere inside the mansion, every door had a eerie squeak to it, there was the occasional growl of a rat...
... and deep within the shadows, the phantom waited. Well well well. How to drive out this latest fool?