He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

There are something's you just don't get, you know? Different things, legends, stories, tales. You don't know what is true or false? I was told a strange legend about a month ago when I received a letter on the post telling me to 'be aware of the Disney' it seemed to be written in red... I didn't care to dwell on that. I suggest if you like Disney not to read this, it might just ruin Disney... Forever...........

These are stories, True? Maybe. You find out yourself. So grab a blanket, turn out the lights... It's Creepy pasta time! I don't own any of the stories and the credit goes directly to the original owners.