"Abandoned By Disney"

"Wanna See My Head Come Off?"

It was getting pretty dark outside and I knew I was the only one here. Alex had went back to the hotel for his safety. I didn't want him to come before, because it was like more people more trouble right? I looked around and strangely enough I knew I wasn't alone. My guts were squeezing me like I didn't want me to move. Taking snaps everywhere to see where I'm at. I would look around to see that I caught something. I didn't want to look at first but I had to. Going to my gallery , I found him... it was like he is watching me wanting me dead. Standing there at the edge. My legs of course went jelly and my heart was sunk. Scared I didn't know what to expect.

It was the first time I ever encountered something. Carefully I examined the picture, looking at all the detail I can find. Seeing it looks more like a person? You could tell by the arms...it can't be real? Is someone trying to scare me. It couldn't be Alex...could it? But having a flashback I just witnessed that Alex left ,and I knew he did. I was getting sickened by the minute. Slowly I growled to myself that I knew I had to do something than just standing there like a noodle. "I'm so freaking done with this crap!" I mumbled to myself softly. Slowly standing up I was getting fed up with it. I would get up and continue to walk more learning more as I find more clues and mystery.
As I found the stripe door I try hard to at least open the door. Whatever angler trick I tried the door wouldn't budge. That is until I gave up and started to walk away, that when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked opened slowly. Inside the room was completely dark..pitched black. As I made my search I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by a loud electrical buzz rows of lights. Overhead suddenly flashed a light flickering on and out.  Just as I continued to walk more deeper the room was steadied and was exactly as I had pictured it in various Disney costumes hung on the walls. Fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses.  There was an entire rack of loin cloths and native clothes on hangers towards the back.  What caught my attention right away was a Mickey Mouse costume right dead center of the room. Unlike the other costumes it was lying on its back in the center of the floor like a murder victim. Scratching my head this wasn't the same Mickey I have encountered before....it was something different. The fur on the costume was rotten and shedding creating bear patches. What was even stranger however was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo-negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black where he should be white, and white where should be black. His red overalls he always wear was now were like blue? The sight was off-putting enough that I didn't took a picture until last. Of course I took some pictures of the costumes hanging on the wall. Awkward angles, downward angles and also angle side shots to show an entire row of frozen putrid cartoon faces. I had a really bad feeling inside my stomach but I had to be strong. No women had ever done this before. Better than staying at home and doing homework for calculus. I carefully walked to a Donald Duck costume and reached for the headpiece carefully. Gently removing it so the thing won't fall apart. I looked at the face of the wide-eyed moldering head, a loud clattering sound made me jump with fright. My heart rate was going too high and possibly could have a heart attack right here. I looked down at my boots there was a human skull. The empty face and lower jaw remained just staring up at me. I immediately dropped the Donald Duck face and went straight to vomit for a bit before continuing. My body was shaking and tired that I wanted to give up but I didn't listen to myself. As I stood in the doorway I had to turn looking back to the skull on the floor. Deep down I had to take the picture of it I had to. It's like your guts it's telling you to do this but your mind is somewhere else. I'd need proof of what happened especially if Disney was going to somehow make this go away...Disney was responsible for this. That's when Mickey....that photo-negative opposite Mickey in the middle of the floor started to get up.
For sitting up then climbing to its feet the Mickey Mouse costume or whoever was inside of it stood there at the center of the room it's fake face just staring directly at me. I couldn't able to speak or move since fear is taking over me. With shaking hands a violently thrashing heart, and legs that once again turned to jelly. I managed to lift my camera and aimed at the opposite side of the creature. The dead pixels spread barring the screen with whatever Mickey's outline move to. Suddenly it just died went blank quiet and broken. My heart was beating and I had to opened my eyes wide enough for me to see. Quietly I would hear a faint voice.."Hi..." it said in a hushed perverted , but perfectly executed Mickey Mouse voice. "Wanna see my head come off?!" I couldn't move but to see it started to pull at its own head working it's clumsy glove clad fingers around its neck with clawing. Impatient movements similar to a wounded human trying to pull itself free from a predator's jaws.  As it works it's digits into its neck, so...so much blood...so much thick chunky yellow greenish blood. Slowly speaking a bit as I gasped wanted to come closer to me. Wanting my head to be off and blamed of. His voice was all over my head as he tried to get closer and closer to me. Wanting me to end right here right now...

Thinking I was the one who left this abandoned island.  I quickly turned away as I heard a sickening tearing of cloth and flesh. I only care about getting away from Mickey. Above the doorway out of its room. I finally found a final message clawed into the metal with bone or fingernails... "ABANDONED BY GOD" I had to run away and never been so spooked and grossed out I finally managed to leave this horrific island. I never took the pictures out of the camera...or never wrote the blog entry about it.  After running from that place fled for my sanity if not my very life I knew why Disney didn't want anyone to know about this place. They didn't want anyone like me getting in.... they didn't want anything like that getting out.