Mansion Fans HM CharacterGhost Name: Evelyn Enders
Birth Date: September 8th, 1905
Death Date: October 31st, 1931
Evelyn Enders was born to a middle class family in New York. She was a happy child until her parents died in 1915. She was only ten, and watching their bodies twist into ghastly positions after a Sunday drive went horribly awry caused a few nerves in her brain to snap. The young child became extremely problematic. Her moods changed rapidly and without warning, causing her to lash out at the slightest problems. Her grandmother, who had taken custody of the child after her parents deaths, could not handle young Evelyn and began to look for alternative homes.
News of the childs temper reached her aunt in New Orleans who worked as a cook in Gracey Mansion. She asked Master Gracey and his new wife, Lillian, if her niece could live in the mansion with her. Soon, a car was sent to fetch Miss Enders and take her down to New Orleans.
For a while, the change of scenery seemed to help. She
Phantom Manor ch1Thunder Mesa California, 1867Phantom Manor ch15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Melanie Ravenswood stared out the third story window of her fathers elaborate mansion. She watched thunder clouds roll over the mountain and sighed.
Another storm, she thought, But then, I suppose I shouldnt have expected anything else in a place called Thunder Mesa.
Quietly she got to her feet and walked out of the room.
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Down in the ballroom she saw guests getting ready for a party. They were decorating every inch of the house with garlands and setting out elegant dining tools made of Thunder Mesas own gold.
Melanie suppressed a laugh when she saw Mr. Dobbins walk into the room in his usual odd manner. He constantly had his nose in the air, trying his best to be the most presumptuous butler in the world, but he walked so oddly and his face was so strangely proportioned that people couldnt help but laugh at him.
He flew straight up to Melanie this gloomy morning with his nostrils up so hi
Phantom Manor Ch9CHAPTER 9:Phantom Manor Ch95 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Melanie Lillian Ravenswood, dont you ever leave this house without telling me again! boomed Henry Ravenswood voice. It echoed a bit through the entrance rooms large ceiling, but it finally dissipated.
Mr. Ravenswood, dont be too hard on her, shes had a rough night, Andrew said, trying to defend Melanie whose eyes were glued to the floor in embarrassment and repentance.
Mr. Fletcher, I cannot thank you enough for being there to save my daughter, but I am afraid she wont be leaving this house for a very long time right Melanie?
Melanie chanced a look at her father but shot her eyes back at the floor as soon as she saw the fire in his eyes.
Well, anytime you need me, Ill be there to help, Mr. Ravenswood.
Thank you Andrew, but I think it best that you leave now.
Whatever you say, sir. Have a good night Mr. Ravenswood Miss Ravenswood.
Andrew tipped his hat and wal
Daughters of Triton--ArielEPILOGUE: Final DecisionsDaughters of Triton--Ariel5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ariel paced back and forth along the rim of the balcony. Her feet no longer felt weird to her, but they tingled. She stared out at the ocean and felt her heart pound. It was trying to claw its way out of her chest. It was trying to get back to the ocean.
She tore her eyes away from the sea and ran back into her room, droplets falling off her cheeks. She fell down on her bed, letting the water soak through the sheets under her face, and she prayed for the first time in her life.
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What is this pain? What is this heartache? My heart feels as if it will explode any minute perhaps it already has. Perhaps it has exploded and left this shell this empty shell that misses its occupant.
I can hear the waves lapping against the castles side, taunting me. I cant go back I have lungs now and should I try to go back, I would die but I want to so badly. I want to be able to swim free through the waves again and see my sisters and my f
Phantom Manor Ch12CHAPTER 12:Phantom Manor Ch125 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rained trickled down a glass windowpane in the attic of Ravenswood Manor as Melanies eyes watched the funeral procession headed down the street.
James Furson was buried in a simple wooden casket in the town cemetery next to the Manor. The only ones at the funeral were the casket bearers and a priest; no one wanted to pay homage to a potential murderer.
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Eleven Months Later
Oh Marianne, you wouldnt believe the news Ive just heard!
Why Bertha Granger whatever have you been doin? Youre completely out of breath and your face is red as a tomato! Here, sit down dear and take a rest before you tell me whats goin on.
Bertha sat exhaustedly down in a chair beside Marianne and began to fan herself furiously. A couple of times she tried to speak but she didnt have any energy to make words come out. The portly lady had run so far and so fast that she needed a longer time to rest than most people who
Daughters of Triton--AlanaCHAPTER 1: Grey HairsDaughters of Triton--Alana5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alana stared at her reflection in the cold glass window. Below her lay the glittering streets of Atlantica; beside her stood the golden walls of her fathers palace; all she wanted was to search her reflection for grey hairs.
She let a tiny scream escape as she spotted her prey. Searching through the long strands of her ebony hair, she felt for the root of the white beast.
She plucked it from her shiny mane and let out a long sigh. The strands grey color shimmered in the light and made its owner whimper dejectedly.
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It is not that I am jealous of Ariel; I love her dearly. Heaven knows shes probably the best of all my sisters. Certainly the kindest; most definitely the most talented; and personally, I think she is lovelier even than Arista. Unfortunately, she seems to have utter disregard for rules and propriety.
Really Im not jealous. I want Ariel and Eric to be happy together! They are a match made in Heaven and I wouldnt wan
Daughters of Triton--AttinaCHAPTER 2: Too Many Forgotten TomorrowsDaughters of Triton--Attina5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Attinas eyes sped back and forth in fear as she watched a bloody battle unfold in front of her. A knight in dark armor charged a knight in bleached armor. She cringed and squirmed as evil won over good through its usual devious means.
Suddenly the white knight leaped to his feet in a surge of engery and ran the black knight through with his own sword. Attina smiled with elation and cheered for the handsome, good knight.
She felt her scales begin to sizzle, though, and knew it was time to go back -- she wouldnt last much longer out of the water. She folded the pages of her book together and kissed the cover before she leaped into the water.
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I simply cannot believe that Ariel got married! To give up all her freedom as if it was a toy she had grown out of! I know she loves Eric -- or thinks she loves Eric -- but she should have taken the time to consider all the possible outcomes of such a young marriage.
First of all, she can&
Phantom Manor Ch14CHAPTER 14:Phantom Manor Ch145 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Melanie stood smiling in the same hallway she had first met Andrew in over a year before. The sun streamed through the one window and made her hair and eyes sparkle.
Henry Ravenswood put his arm through hers with a soft smile. They stood, father and daughter, the last of the Ravenswood line, staring at the door at the end of the hallway.
The music began in the other room and the two started off down the hallway. With a deep sigh, Henry opened the door to reveal a crowded ballroom. Melanie watched as all her friends stood and smiled for her.
Bertha Granger beamed brighter than usual, leaving a stark contrast to the tearful Marianne beside her. Mrs. Kennedy roped in her daughter who was trying desperately to break free and grab the flowers strewn on the floor. Emmeline Wilson forced a smile through her bitterness at not being married herself.
Melanies smile faded, however, when she noticed someone missing. She looked all over the room but he was no where to be found. It
Phantom Manor Ch11CHAPTER 11:Phantom Manor Ch115 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Melanie ran straight ahead, dodging corners of the maze of hedges her father had created for decoration. Behind her she could hear heavy footsteps and occasional chuckles filled with evil.
Her eyes filed with water and blurred her sight yet her feet pressed on. She didnt know where she was going, she just knew she had to get away.
Suddenly the shade of the hedges disappeared and was replaced with bright light. She stopped and looked around. Ten feet in front of her was a jagged cliff and beside her were no doors.
Here eyes widened with fear as she realized why James hadnt bothered to chase after he so hard. He could have easily caught her at any time, but he didnt want to murder her, he wanted her to have an accident.
This is where it ends, Miss Ravenswood, James said, emerging from the last hedge into the light, Im afraid its time for us to part.
Melanie inched back until she was only about three feet from t
Phantom Manor Ch7CHAPTER 7:Phantom Manor Ch75 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Melanie walked down the dirt road, avoiding small mud puddles from the recent storm as she headed towards the heart of Thunder Mesa.
Finally she reached the first of the houses on the towns strip. Though she had briefly seen them on her first carriage ride up to the Manor, she hadnt been able to study them.
Each house was unique in its decorations and style, yet each was either single or double story, squished in, and made entirely of wood. No elegant, enormous brick mansions like in Philadelphia. Lace curtains trimmed the windows and rocking chairs were laid out on the porches. Occasionally she passed someone who recognized her and waved.
She passed the bank and suddenly, she heard music. It wasnt the refined classical music she knew and loved back home. It had a twang to it. She walked into the source of the western style music: the Saloon.
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Melanie sat at a wooden table in the corner, the hood on her cloak pulled tightly over her face so no
Phantom Manor ch2CHAPTER 2:Phantom Manor ch25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh Miss Ravenswood, you look enchantin! Emily Cavanaugh said. She was Melanies new personal maid. Constance, Melanies life-long friend and servant, had stayed in Philadelphia.
So are you excited to be here in Thunder Mesa?
Oh yes, Melanie responded in a tone that betrayed her lie, I find it interesting.
Yes, Im sure its a mighty big change from your Philadelphia, but the way I figure it, no matter where you go you can be happy as long as the people are nice, and we here in Thunder Mesa are known for our hospitality.
Yes, the people here have been very kind to my family.
Emily realized she wasnt going to get anything more out of Melanie so she stopped talking and continued to prepare Miss Ravenswood for her party.
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Hello Melanie, Im Bertha Granger, and this is my husband Robert. Robert is the Banks owner and he helped set your father
Phantom Manor ch4CHAPTER 4:Phantom Manor ch45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Melanie, there you are, Henry Ravenswood said to his daughter. She was the only one who saw the We will talk later look in his eyes. This young gentleman is Mr. Richard Wright.
Henry stepped aside to reveal a young man about a head taller than Melanie. He had jet black hair, bright blue eyes, and a nice smile. His face was chiseled which made him seem like one of the old Greek statues out in the Manors yard. Melanie was taken aback for a moment as she stared at him.
Hello, Miss Ravenswood. It is a pleasure to meet you, he said.
Ill leave you two alone, Henry said with a smirk and disappeared.
Why why you arent from here, are you? Melanie finally stammered. His voice sounded nothing like those around her.
No, Im not. I moved out here last year from New York. Your father has been exceedingly kind to me. He was my first friend here.
So you are from far awa
Phantom Manor ch3CHAPTER 3:Phantom Manor ch35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A young man stood in the room, dressed in dusty black pants, a black vest, and a white long sleeve shirt. He was clutching his dirt encrusted boot which she presumed contained a foot. He turned his eyes and stared at her.
She started to scream, but before the noise came out, he had managed to clamp one hand over her mouth and the other around her waist. She struggled to get free but he held her fast.
Will you hush up? he said, looking around to see if anyone was coming. She continued to struggle until she got her lips open. Closing her eyes, she bit down hard on the poor mans hand.
He immediately let her go and yelped in pain.
Why the hell did you do that?! I wasnt gonna hurt you or anything! I just wanted you to shut up! Jesus, you know what theyll do to me if they find me in here? he chided at an angry Melanie.
How dare you lay a hand on me! I am Henry Ravenswoods daughter all have you know and I--
Phantom Manor Ch6CHAPTER 6:Phantom Manor Ch65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So I have finally arrived here in Thunder Mesa, California. It is quite different from Philadelphia. The towns are scarce but when one comes upon one, one finds it filled to the brim with people. The roads are pure dust and dirt and I have ruined the pair of shoes I came here in while walking around. It seems it was aptly named Thunder Mesa; I have been here a week and this is the first sunny day yet!
But let me tell you of the news I have! Four days ago, my father threw a party to celebrate my coming here. At first, I was petrified to be there. But then, my father introduced me to a young man by the name of Richard Wright. He was so handsome, but the most amazing thing was: he was from New York! I remembered that you recently married a Mr. Wright from New York and I asked if he knew him. Not only does he know your husband, but he is his brother! Can you believe the chance of our meeting?
Please write back to me soon, I am desperate for news from t
Phantom Manor Ch8CHAPTER 8:Phantom Manor Ch85 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A sad song played out from the piano. The exuberant singers were gone and the light outside was dimming. Melanie still sat watching the people who passed back and forth, though fewer were now coming in than going out.
The bartender absentmindedly cleaned the same spot he had been cleaning five minutes before; the pianist only swayed a little with the mournful tune that needed no words; the poker players had abandoned their game and were talking in hushed voices about times long gone.
Melanie looked toward the clock. She had been there for nearly four hours now. Her father would be so angry when she finally got back to the manor, but she didnt care. It had been nice to go and visit the town.
She stood up from her chair and started to walk out when her cloak fell off. She knelt to pick it up, but when she turned back around again, there was a man standing in front of her.
His eyes were red and blood shot and held something sinister behind them. His lips were curled up in
Daughters of Triton--AristaCHAPTER 3: The Sobbing HypocriteDaughters of Triton--Arista5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Arista ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and watched it swirl in the water. Smiling, she placed a clip through the top of it -- a piece of coral as red as her tail. She pinched both of her cheeks to make them flush and pursed her lips in the mirror.
She could not help but admire her looks, they were considered almost unparalleled in the ocean almost. Her eyes darted to the picture of Ariel and Eric on her drawer. An envious twitch came over her lip and in one swift movement, grabbed the picture and hurled it out her bedroom window.
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Oh the audacity of people nowadays! They are all such hypocrites. They waltz through life, changing their statements every five seconds and not caring what they do to others or how they hurt them how they hurt me!
I do not hate Ariel I dont, but I do hate everyone else all the people who until just a year ago described me as the loveliest creature under the sea! Then I turned twe
Phantom Manor Ch5CHAPTER 5:Phantom Manor Ch55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can see a wedding in the future!
Why Bertha Granger, will you ever stop messin with the lives of other people!
Ill stop just as soon as you do Marianne!
Berth Granger and Marianne Squaller sat on the Granger front porch in separate rocking chairs and watched as townspeople walked to and fro.
So who is it this time, Bertha? Marianne asked not trying to hide her eagerness.
Well, you remember the Ravenswood ball the other day?
Yes, of course! They have the most splendid curtains, and Melanie was just a delightful girl!
Well, I noticed that Melanie seemed to warm up to that young man from New York, Richard Wright and vice versa!
Melanie and Richard!?
Yes! Cant you see it? They both are from far away in New England area. They both come from respectable families. For heavens sake, their relatives are married! They are perfect for each other!
We Cannot Always Be PaperclipsThere was silence.We Cannot Always Be Paperclips4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm tired of bending," the paperclip said to no one in particular.
"Be glad you don't have to stand straight all your life," answered the pencil.
"But I'd love to stand up straight! What a relief to stretch out and lie flat, without crooked spines and inverted limbs."
"And I'd love to bend and contort! But neither of us will ever get what we want, because if I tried to bend I'd break, and if you straightened yourself out you'd be useless. We'd both then be tossed out -- like rotten food scraps and yellowed supermarket receipts. It's best we stay the way we are, and suffer in silence."
"I suppose you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
There was silence again.
"But... still," the paperclip murmured to no one in particular, "it might be worth being garbage if I could only be different ."
Phantom Manor Ch13CHAPTER 13:Phantom Manor Ch135 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Melanie Ravenswood stared at her reflection in the mirror. Millions of folds of white lace surrounded her face, making her brown locks stand out. The wedding dress was extremely heavy but drop-dead gorgeous. It fell in voluminous folds past her feet so when she walked she seemed to almost float and the lace was embroidered into intricate, flowery designs.
Melanie turned a bit to look at the dress better and heard a muffled grunt from below her.
Melanie Ravenswood, if I have to ask you one more time to stop fidgeting, I am goin to put my sewing tools down and let you walk out there tomorrow in an unfinished weddin dress! came Emilys voice.
She had forgotten to call Melanie Miss Ravenswood a long time ago. Emily had been a crucial part of Melanies support system after the incident the year before and the two had grown so close that most people just assumed they had grown up together.
Please, Emily, Im sorry! I just c
Phantom Manor Ch10CHAPTER 10:Phantom Manor Ch105 years ago in Fan Fiction
Richard and Melanie walked through the garden of Ravenswood Manor, the sun beating down on their faces and an unseen Henry Ravenswood spying from rooms in the house.
Its been a while since I last saw you, Richard finally said.
Yes over a week, isnt it?
Their conversation was plunged into silence again as each searched for what to say.
I hope you dont mind my coming by so unexpectedly. I just wanted to see you again and I had no idea when I might get the chance too. You never know if a ball will be a month from now or a year.
Oh, well we are actually planning one for All Hallows Eve. I do hope you come by. It will be a masquerade.
I would love to come. What might you be?
Oh, you and everyone else will have to wait and see that night.
I see well I um I would like to--
Miss Ravenswood? Emilys voice came from out of no
A Modern Ghost Story -- IntroINTRODUCTION: The AutomatonsA Modern Ghost Story -- Intro4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Once upon a time, people believed in ghosts. They were revered, feared, respected; never fully understood, but at least acknowledged. That time, has ended. The modern age rushed rudely in and the ghost stories were forgotten as old wives tales useful only for Hollywood blockbusters and Halloween.
What happened to the ghosts? Oh, theyre still here, of course; they cant go anywhere else. They sit and watch from attic windows; they peep over cracked tombstones; they observe from behind spider-web curtains humans and their mortality. Some desire a return to the old days and subsequently hate each generations diminishing respect for the paranormal. Some feel that the course of events must be played out whether it flows in their favor or not; and some really would rather just sit back in a dusty rocking chair and forget about it all because in the end, what does it really matter?
We turn now, to the busy streets of Los Angeles. Cars zip past i
Daughters of Triton--AdellaCHAPTER 6: If Ariel Was HereDaughters of Triton--Adella5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Adella sat quietly on her bed and stared at the picture of Ariel. She wanted to be like her so much. Courageous, adventurous, fun but she couldnt be any of those things. She was just too scared.
She wiped a quiet tear from her eye and, moving over to the window, she left the picture on the bed. Outside people shouted and laughed and cried. She wanted to go out there, but she knew that the outside world held problems. Venturing into it could be deadly.
A beautiful, wonderful, terrifyingly deadly world lay before her but she could not will herself out of the window.
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I wish Ariel was here. She would know what to do if she was here. If she was here I wouldnt be so frightened. If she were here if she were here
My eyes frantically search the crowds rushing past me. Why oh why did I agree to come out shopping with Andrina. She doesnt want me out here and I dont want to be here among so many people. I could so easil
Daughters of Triton--AquattaCHAPTER 4: Free at LastDaughters of Triton--Aquatta5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Aquattas blue eyes opened and she stretched out of bed. She reached for a piece of old rope to tie her hair back and swam out of her room. She swam out past Atlanticas borders, past the kelp beds, past all signs of life until she reached her goal: open water.
She loved the open ocean. Below her lay miles of cold, dark, uninhabited water waiting to be explored and no one was there to tell her not to go.
She glided through the darkness, watching occasional fish swim swiftly past, not even noticing her. This black abyss was her happiness, her sanctuary, her freedom.
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I cannot understand Ariel. She has always been my closest sibling; we are so alike. Both of us love adventure. Both of us love freedom. Yet for some reason, she chose to tie herself down. She chose to get married and live on land -- the most stifling place in the world -- and all at the age of only 16!
That was four years ago for me and I am still not ready to relinquish my freedom
Daughters of Triton--AndrinaCHAPTER 5: Satisfied Without an EstDaughters of Triton--Andrina5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Andrinas bubbly laughter echoed through the halls, disturbing her sisters and causing the new servant King Triton hired to leap out of pure shock that anyone who could sing as nicely as Andrina could laugh so oddly.
She danced lightly through the halls of the palace -- or as lightly as a finned person could -- and sang to herself. The words had no meaning; they were just the random babble that ran through her head as she danced along.
Happily she danced into a dark, sound-proof corner and cried.
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I am not stupid. There is a difference between acting stupid and actually being stupid. My life has been an act ever since the age of five when I discovered that as the second to last child, I had no special trait.
Alana is the oldest, Attina is the wisest, Arista is the loveliest, Aquatta is the most entertaining, and Adella is the youngest. So what could I possibly be? Everything was taken except most idiotic, so
And He WasIt was quick and, yet, it also wasn't quick. The bite was quick the death was not. His skin crawled, eery muscle twitched, but he couldn't end it like this. Not with the boy staring at him like that full of vengeance and fury. No, he couldn't bear to see the son who had her eyes look at him like that. So he mustered his strength every last molecule and gave the directions.And He Was2 years ago in Romance More Like This
There. Done. Over. His work at last complete, his struggle at last over, but it still hurt, and he still wasn't dead, and she still wasn't there. Obviously, he told himself.
Would there be an afterlife? His mind wondered in those last, slow seconds. And would she be there? And would she be there with ME?
A stiffening of the limbs. This was it. The last second had arrived. With one final struggle, he opened his eyes and looked straight into the boy's straight into hers.
Then it all went black.
He woke up and saw the same eyes. Oh, God, he thought, it's