The Rantings Of A Mad Woman

Night 31

( Warning contains: Automatonophobia and Enochlophobia)

Everyone always tells you as you grow up that the boogeyman doesn't exist...My words are living proof the thing that goes bump in the night exists. You already know this...Everyone does. We just decided to pull wool over our eyes. Does it help? To cover the truth? Seeing is believing.

Disney World is the place of magic..and horror, why do I say that? Well, I  was separated from my family.
It was an early 5 am start of the day, we were going to the Waterpark. We hadn't eaten yet and we all wanted breakfast. My dad decided to eat at the restaurant called the Carnivore Cavern. According to Disney, it's the best restaurant on this side of the park. People reviewed this place as the best place in all of Disney for food i disagree I loved the canteen in Louisiana, New Orleans. It was like the Rainforest Cafe except it wasn't rain or thunder it was the screams of the prey being attacked and eaten.

The animatronics were dinosaurs. The theme was big predators. I ate a biscuit and some gravy while waiting for my turn to order food,  dad was stressed trying to get everyone fed. I made that stress worse when I  looked at the pricing for my meal. He to this day continues to scold me that if he's paying I shouldn't look at the pricetag...but I can't help it. I can't imagine putting anyone I love in debt. I decided I "wasn't" hungry and had to go to the bathroom. I went looking for one and finally asked a server, they told me that "The restaurant didn't have one, so I had to find the portable one,  away from the dining area. " they gave me directions and after I thanked the server I head out texting dad "Went to the bathroom be back soon." After I finished my business in the portable potty system they had, I got a call from an old buddy. We talked for a bit and got distracted by watching the parade of knights with big swords. I noticed quickly I was in King's courts. It started to scare me a bit when I saw a collection of helmets and swords bundled together like art and then almost on cue, the helmets rolled off the staircase. They left a trail of blood. I searched and searched for my way back to the diner, but I got even more lost. I finally asked for directions from a security guard, he told me "The diner was on the other side of the park and I'm a long way from it." My eyes widened in shock as my face froze. He must've taken pity because he then  told me "To cut through the Museum of Art and find the exit." I thanked the man and went in the direction he told me. I tried to call my dad or the people on the trip with us. No signal. And if they did answer there were no voices it was more Scratchy high pitches like a dial-up sound, it made my ears ring. What the security guard didn't tell me, was the way I was cutting through was abandoned, not a soul there. The steps were slippery almost meant to slide down on I climbed up to the door using the handlebars and cement to hold my place there not slip back down. When I finally got to the door it at first was locked. Suddenly, I heard the lock of the deadbolt flick open and I was pulled into this massive abandoned museum. It was full of dinosaurs, cavemen,  Disney artwork, and odd states of characters. The characters looked wonky, disturbingly wonky. Like, no one had been in here for such a long time. Cobwebs and dust gathered and made this its forever home.
I did see the stairway to the exit. I felt excited, but all of a sudden, I was attacked! I felt something push me to the floor and hold me down by my leg. A long sticky man with a covering of fur as underwear the man had tangled, shaggy brown hair and a matching beard. He hollers "Visitors! Visitors!...No guests allowed, you must be food. Yes..Yes food! So hungry..." terrified I kick him off and head for the stairs but in a blink, he was also on the staircase waiting for me. "Come erre food" He bellows. I think about heading back out through the door, but there it is again the creature happily salivating at his prize "FoOd". The only way out is to study the predator's movements, its way of getting back and forth so fast. My heart was racing with every dodge to flee to safety. What I realized is he was using her thoughts to determine where she'll go. So the way out is to trick him by thinking about hiding in a display of "the caveman." he chuckles heading into his territory and waiting for his food to hide. I make a run for it down the stairs, and the cave-thing hollers in anger chasing after me. The only thing I notice while I keep running is the statues of distorted oddities are getting off their post or display to follow.  this made "The Night of The Museum" a cakewalk compared to this. Well, that and the fact the stairs are getting longer and longer from the exit door sign...

I wake.