asktheredheadedfeline asked:
During the 1978 in Los Vegas waiting for the ghost train or the ghost car going back to New Orleans with her painting by her side going to house to house,manor to manor, apartment to apartment,and too art gallery to art gallery mostly seeing the whole world and having every single token from her adventures being with a mortal (as a painting).When the ghost train came Hannhson got on the ghost train and paying for her ticket and found a seat to sit by herself having her painting next to her which Hannhson haunts.
When she got to New Orleans then got off the ghost train and seeing it leave and Hannhson frowned,"Great.Where am I gonna go now?" She frowned sitting on the ground of New Orleans but she saw the Gracey Manor then her head turned into an light bulb then morph back into her normal ghost head,"I got an idea!" She said as she picked up her painting and teleported at the endless hallway and saw a room that no one used, she put her painting on the wall!
"That looks good!" She grinned then Hannhson heard voices then hid in her painting so she wouldn't be seen but she stuck her head out and saw Hatty with The Hitchhiking Ghosts talking to each other but didn't know Lily was looking at her which Hannhson turned her head at her,"SHHHHH!" Hannhson glared at her.
Lily was accustomed to the paintings in the manor moving and transforming all on their own. She had been living at a very haunted mansion for a few years by now, after all. But this one was certainly new. At the very least, she hadn’t seen it, before. The teen smirked. It wasn’t the first time a new ghost tried to hide from the others.
“Hey, dad? Lily called.
Thomas turned, mid-conversation. He had been so drawn into a discussion involving finding Ezra’s collection of long-lost marbles that he hadn’t noticed the clear difference in the room.
"Yes, dear?” he replied.
“I didn’t realize we had a new painting,” Lily said, leaning in for a closer look, “do you think she’s from the basement? Hardly anyone goes down there, do they? Or one of those rooms where the knob’s rusted and no one’s been in there in ages?”
“Hmm…” he examined the painting a little closer, muttering, “perhaps, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this painting before and I’ve been all around the mansion, even as a boy. Best to let the Ghost Relations Department know. Ezra? Phineas? Gus? Would you mind?”
“So… in the meantime…?” Lily asked, side-glancing the newcomer.
“In the meantime, we make our guest feel welcome,” he said, tipping his hat to the painting, “how do you do, miss? Thomas Gracey, at your service.”
