This story is based on the "Phantom Manor" ride at Disneyland Paris. I created the characters Adrianna and Mike, and the story is based on the tales and official storylines of the attraction.

Chapter 1: Boot Hill

Adrianna Bonnet was a seemingly typical girl – sixteen years old, blond hair, nice figure. She lived in Texas, in a small town called Thunder Mesa. But this sixteen year old girl was different from any other sixteen year old girl.

She could talk to dead people.

Adrianna didn't know it, but she was sort of a medium – a girl, 'gifted', shall we say, with the ability to receive messages from the deceased. Practically every night, Adrianna would have dreams, nightmares, of people's deaths. One in particular reoccurred often: A dream about a mysterious woman in white, running through a large house on a hill, looking for someone. And the dream always ended with a cloaked figure, his face always hidden, grabbing the girl and pulling her into the ground.

Adrianna wanted these dreams to stop. She'd gone to doctors, psychiatrists, even a hypnotist, but nothing seemed to work. And so whenever Adrianna had one of these dreams, she decided that she should get over the shock of them by doing the only thing that can solve any problem in the world: going shopping.

"Mike, c'mon! I want to go check out that new mini-mall in Dallas!" Adrianna said as her friend Mike rushed down his front steps. Adrianna hadn't gotten a car yet, so she had convinced her friend Mike to drive her. She waited by his car as he fumbled for his keys to unlock the door.

"So why did I agree to this?" Mike asked her as they got in the car. Adrianna smiled.

"Because you're my best friend in the whole wide world, and I couldn't do anything without you."

"And don't you forget it," Mike said with a wink.

They were out in the middle of nowhere, heading towards Dallas, when all of a sudden, a flash of lightning struck a telephone poll alongside road in front of them. Adrianna screamed, and Mike slammed on the breaks. The car rolled to a stop just before touching the frayed electrical cords, still sparking.

"Oh my god," Adrianna gasped.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked her, shaking.

"I think so…anything wrong with your car?"

"I think it's fi-" Mike started, but before the word 'fine' escaped his lips, the battery suddenly died.

"…dead." Mike corrected himself. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

"Well this is just great." Adrianna moaned, and got out her cell phone, "I don't even have service now!"

"Well…maybe there's roadside call box or something we can use," Mike said, and they got out to check.

Adrianna looked off into the distance, trying to see any sign of civilization. There was a large flash of lightning, and she shut her eyes from the brightness of the jolt. When she opened them again, she saw a sign off in the distance.

"Hey Mike! I think I found something!" She called to him; he had gone to other telephone poles to see if there was a phone. He saw the sign too, and they both ran to it.

It was extremely old, made of wood, and the writing on it was barely recognizable. In faded white paint, the sign read:

Boot Hill

Mike and Adrianna looked past the sign, and saw that it was some sort of small town. But the place looked abandoned.

"A ghost town?" Mike wondered. He'd driven by here many times and had never seen it.

Adrianna squinted to see better. At the end of the small street of buildings was a large hill. And on the hill sat…

"Oh my god."

It was the house. The one that Adrianna kept seeing in her dreams.

"This can't be real," She muttered.

"What? What is it?" Mike asked, confused.

"See that house there, at the end of the street?" Adrianna asked him. He looked into the distance, and nodded.

"What about it?"

"I've seen it before."

"What?"

"Yeah. Like in a dream. And I don't think it's a good sign."

"Well…maybe someone's there," Mike suggested, "Maybe they have a phone. Every other building looks abandoned."

"I don't know…" Adrianna muttered. She got an uneasy feeling from not just the house, but this whole Boot Hill place. A rain drop hit her face. Others came, and soon it started to downpour. The other buildings wouldn't work as shelter – they were too dilapidated and run down. Adrianna and Mike ran for the house at the end of the street, unknowing the danger that lay ahead.