How I Turned Into The Hatbox Ghost from Disney's The Haunted Mansion

Story: Your heart pounds in your chest as you find yourself inexplicably drawn towards the legendary Haunted Mansion of Disney World. The thrum around you seems to cease, leaving you with a profound sense of silence. The atmosphere is thick with an inscrutable magic, triggering an ethos of transformation that feels incredibly personal. Suddenly, you sense a tightening sensation around your torso. It begins quietly at first, almost pleasant, but the transformation is just beginning. Your feminine figure begins to morph. Your form lengthens, loosening, broadening into a more masculine silhouette. You gasp in surprise as you feel your height extending, thrusting you upwards until you tower over anyone near you. Your hands look unrecognizable, coarsening and enlarging into broad and powerful fingers. You're changing, and your reflection confirms it. You're becoming someone else. An arctic chill seeps through your body. Age seizes you abruptly, not painfully, but noticeably. Lines of wisdom etch themselves into your skin as each second ticks by. You feel gravity pull at your face, loosening the elasticity of your youth, providing you an eerie dignity. Your hair fades into an ashy white, complementing your grey spectral image. Looking around, your surroundings begin to change. The mundane world around you withers, replaced by the eerie ambiance of a haunting mansion—the Haunted Mansion. Shadows flicker and sway around you, specters of former residents cast a curious look at your transformation. You can hear the faint and ethereal echoes of a haunting ballad, the grim grinning ghosts coming out to socialize. A new onslaught of information bombards your mind. You're no longer an innocent visitor. Memories you know you haven't lived flood your mind; a life of a phantom, a ghoulish presence referred to as the Hatbox Ghost. You're aware of countless secrets of the mansion, the thrill of spooking guests, the twisted satisfaction of perpetuating your spectral existence, and the macabre joy that comes from living in the Haunted Mansion. Your previous identity fades. Your past trickles away, replaced by a haunting narrative of a life spent in semi-existence. Happiness takes on a new, spectral form; the delight in a good haunting, the mischief of a successful scare. You comprehend the full weight of your transformation. You're no longer the person you were; you're now the Hatbox Ghost. Embracing your transformation, you step into your supernatural duty, and you finally understand the words that echo around the mansion, "...there’s always room for one more." And that 'one more' now is you, the infamous Hatbox Ghost of the Haunted Mansion.