It was May 4, 2015, and my family just planned our trip to the happiest place ever. Since Disneyland is in Southern California and we lived quite far away, we had to take a plane. My younger sister, Emma, and my older sister Sofia, were really looking forward to the trip. Me, on the other hand, not so much. I had never really been a fan of Disney, nor their parks, but my parents dragged me along.
After a long drive, we pulled into the parking lot. Everything was cool and fine, and we parked and headed to the trams, to get to the front gate of Disneyland. As we got in line for the trams, I felt an odd cold feeling. Then, I suddenly got really hot. Then cold again, then hot again. My heart raced, my eyes dilated, my hands went numb. Then everything went black. I wasn't sure what was happening, all I knew was that I did not want it to happen again. My body felt like it was spinning endlessly. I couldn't make out what was happening.
After a few hours of being completely disoriented, I woke up to the feeling of a needle. "That should do it," An older voice said, "He should be fine now." His voice was reassuring.
"Thank you, Doctor Walt." I heard in my mother's voice.
"We think you got too dizzy," The doctor said to me, "You feel alright, right?" I nodded my head and he helped me up. "You should be fine today, just take it easy," He opened the door, and led me to Main Street USA, inside the park. I felt a lot better after whatever shot this man gave me. We walked over to the castle, to get a picture, then headed right to the Matterhorn. If you think that passing out is bad, you do not want to know what happened on the Matterhorn.
"For your safety please remain seated at all times." We kept hearing, repeatedly. We got into our bobsleds, and fastened our seat belts. If you are familiar with the Matterhorn, you know that there is a steep incline really far up in pure darkness. The problem is, that I hate the dark. Hate it. I was super nervous and shaky. A cast member walked up to me and said, "Pull on the yellow tab for me." I did what she said, and she pressed a green button which sent us into the dark incline. We went up, and up, and up, and up, but the incline did not stop. It seemed like an endless loop. This is taking longer than usual.
I didn't make anything of it. I didn't care. Then I heard it. Violent screams. Not screams of happiness or excitement. Screams of terror. Of utter shock. Then I decided to say something, "This is a pretty long lift chain," I stupidly said. No answer. My heart started to race again. I was having an anxiety attack. I was freaking out.
"Theres no reason to be sad." A voice said to me. I lost it.
"Who are you?!" I screamed back.
"Mickey." As soon as Mickey said those words, all I felt was pain. My leg hurt, my torso, everything just hurt uncontrollably. I felt like I was dying.
Suddenly, the ride came to a halt. The maintenance lights turned on. My family was gone, the walls were covered with the saying Don't doubt me. Over and over. There were body parts all over the floor, I wasn't sure what to do. I felt a breath on my shoulder. And there he was. Mickey. His eyes were bloodshot, his hands, full of red, his ears half cut off, his face ripped and torn. He grabbed by shoulders and turned his head to me. "This is what you get when you don't believe."
My world went black.
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Don't Go To Disneyland
KorkuThis is a creepy-pasta, so none of these events actually happened to me nor are they likely to happen. Please enjoy the book, and follow me on Instagram and Twitter. Thanks :)