CreepyPasta

The Old Disney Home

I'm sure we've all heard of Disney, right? That adorable Mouse and all the other lovable characters. Well, when I was a child my favorite was Pinocchio. He had always appealed to me. The simple fact of him wanting to be a boy was charming and yet strangely unsettling. I mean, what would he do to become a boy? I also found his growing nose amusing. Apologies, my name is Brian, and I used to live in a little town in Oklahoma that was know as, Vieille Ville, which is French for 'Old Town'.

I used to live near some people who loved Disney, and I mean they LOVED it. So much so that their car had Mickey ears. They seemed like nice people, I didn't get to talk to them much, but from what I heard from other people, they were strange. All they talked about was Disney. I even heard a story of a guy who threw them out. He actually died a few days later. The police found him dead on the floor with white goop surrounding him. Nothing else was found, just him and that strange white goop. As any murder story in a little town, it popped up on the news as, well, breaking news. Typically, I believe what's on the news, but this time my brain had a different idea. It told me that all of what they were saying was crap. I didn't know who or what killed him, but the main thing I had to question was the goop. Who would spread goop over a corpse and what was it? I did get scared, and I couldn't sleep for several nights. Well, they left that house a few months back. I don't know why, they just left. No rhyme, no reason. It was actually very strange, they left after the murder took place. But after they left, no one could find them. So the police couldn't ask question or anything. Typically at this point I'd give you my thoughts and everything, but this isn't a murder mystery. This is about a rather strange encounter I had at that home. Why I went there will be explained, so keep reading.

Well, I heard that in that house they left a few treasures. One of those being a rather large Pinocchio doll. Of course hearing this, my child sparked up inside me, and I wanted that thing so bad. I thought it would be bad to go in there and steal, but then I heard of two guys that went in there and got items and actually sold them for some good money. That really sparked something inside me, and I began to think and think. If they could go in there, so could I. It may seem that I wanted to sell the doll for money, but no, I wanted it for myself. I have no kids, in case you're wondering. I bounced back on the idea for a few days, one day I thought would go there, but then my angel side said no. But after about four days of haggling with my own mind I couldn't help it any longer, I felt something wash over me. Yeah, I fell to greed and eventually decided to go in there.

I took the next opportunity I got; which happened to be five days after I had heard of the other two guys. It seemed to all fall in place perfectly; the day after I decide to go there, I get my opportunity. Was this destiny? Nah, just my mind going on. It was a rather normal day. I didn't seem to have anything special to do, so I saw the opportunity and took it while I had the chance. My days seem to stay on a schedule, but that's another story. I brought three things; a bag, a camera, and a flashlight. I knew it would be dark, so I got the flashlight, the bag was for whatever I would take needed to be stored somewhere, and the camera was so I could show my friends so they wouldn't think I was a lying rat. After I got it all ready, well, I was ready to go on this little adventure.

Then it came, the night was upon me. It had come much faster than I expected, it had only taken me about ten minutes to get everything ready. I made sure of my surroundings and then I set off. Like I said, I didn't live very far away, maybe like a block? I mean, if I were to stand on a very high thing, then I would be able to see their house. Anyway, as I walked there, I seemed to be having flashbacks of the guy who died, I felt something uneasy in the air. And that uneasiness only seemed to rise as I grew closer to that old, rotting place. I didn't know what to expect out of the house, a rotting piece of trash? Yeah, I expected that too. I seemed to get to the house much faster than I thought I would. I was hoping it would take longer, I didn't know if I would be able to do it. It wasn't huge, it was only one story tall, and had what appeared to be maybe, five rooms? It wasn't AS bad as I thought it would be. It still looked horrible, but not the kind of condition you'd expect from an old home.