Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25960284-20150103020037

 I thought working at Disney would be a great opportunity, at least it was until I was assigned a duty that would change everything.



 I was hired as a Supervisor. My duties were to make sure everyone was at their appropriate assigned duty on the scheduled time as well as send people on breaks and basically cover for them. I recently just passed the three month probation period meaning I was officially hired there for good, I was so glad. It was actually easy money compared to some of the other positions I saw.



 After taking a week off from the flu, I came back as usual and greeted everyone and released the last supervisor who was actually in charge of the night shift security guards and workers. After two hours had passed, I sent the first few people on break and headed towards the control room to check if they needed help with anything. That was the only job I was not allowed to fill in for. I’ve only seen about a quarter part of the room. There was a door that led towards the face characters area which I was not in charge of, so there wasn’t much of a reason for me to go there. As I entered the room, I noticed no one was there. Did they go on their break early? That was against the rules to leave something that was operating alone. Anything could happen. It was to the parks best abilities to keep everything running. So far they were twenty days from the last ride breakdown.



 Looking onto my list, there was suppose to be two people in charge, something caught the corner of my eye. A light from the unknown door, it was open slightly. Perhaps there was a problem and that room was actually part of the control room. I had to go check and see if they were in there. Opening the door, it was not what I had expected, a long empty hall way with just one door with a sign on it. I couldn’t read what it said so I walked up to it, leaving the door open behind me. The sign had the words ‘Keep out’ on it that looked like someone wrote on with a sharpie. A quick look couldn’t do no harm. I reached for the door handle and turned the knob, the door was locked. I didn’t exactly have much time to think until I heard a slam of the other door. Rushing back I tried to open the door I came through but it just wouldn’t budge. I banked as hard as I could to get someones attention but it seemed no one was opening up. One of my fears is being trapped in a small room. I was trying my best not to panic.



 Looking around the hallway, something changed. The door with the keep out sign was opened a crack. Possibly there was an exit through there. I ran to the door and pushed it open, stepping into immediate darkness. I reached my arm out and eventually found the lightswitch that seemed to be covered with dust. The lights turned on, one by one in the room, flickering a little, possibly by not being used for quite some time. What I saw was shocking.



 My prediction was right. It was a room that belonged to the face characters, except the old ones. On one side of the room was the seven dwarfs. Not the ones that show up on rare occasions, the ones from when the park first opened. They were covered with dust and had scratches and stains all over them like they weren’t maintained to look new. Beside them was a bunch of dresses that appeared to be Princess dresses. I had to go and take a closer look. The floor creaked as I walked past the dwarves. For a second I thought someone was in the room with me. I thought I should leave since I was breaking the rules and entering a room with a keep out sign but my love for Disney and history took over. I just had to take a look.



 I gently put my hand on the first dress, feeling the fabric. It felt much better then what the costumes were made of nowadays. The dress I was touching was Snow whites. I swore it was made from Bridal silk. Taking it off the rack, it was heavy. No wonder though, the skirt really poofed out and was weighed down by some kind of material. Putting the dress back on the rack, I checked out others. Auroras, Wendy’s and even found an old Peter Pan costume. They didnt make things like this anymore. I was losing track of time completely.



 I turned around and continued to roam the room. Familiarizing myself with some of the old characters, they had the three little pigs, the critter country bears, pinnochio characters as well as the old original Disney characters. How could they just leave these historical monuments to waste away with dust like this? These characters were there when the Disney magic began. What if the management didn’t know this room existed? What if they actually follow the signs and kept away? Actually why was there even a keep out sign in the first place? I had so many questions that I didn’t know where to begin.



<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> I was getting ready to head out of the room back to my duties when I noticed the door was closed. I didn’t hear it close? I then spotted a movement from the corner of my eye.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “Hello? Anyone in here?” I asked. I was expecting one of the control men to jump out at me and scare me as a prank, but nothing. I was beginning to sense that someone was in the room with me. How was that possible? The door was locked and the room was unknown. Unless they came in after.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “If you don’t come out, I’ll report you to the head manager.” I threatened. I had no time for playing games. The lights started to flicker until they all turned off. Luckily I was close enough to the switch to turn them back on. That was strange, how could they turn off when I was the only one at the switch? Something else caught me by surprise though.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> The costumes have changed positions. As if they were looking right at me. I remember grumpy being the creepiest because well, he was grumpy. Anyone would get freaked out by a inanimate grumpy face looking right at you when it was directed the completely opposite way. It was actually creepy being starred at by an old Pinocchio smiling like there was no tomorrow. My heart was beginning to beat fast, none of this was possible. I knew then and there that I needed to get out.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> The door was locked.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> I banged on the door as I did earlier with the previous one but no one came. I was trying so hard not to look at the costumes. It was probably just my imagination anyways. My back was facing towards them and I continued to try to pull the door open. An eerie laugh came out of nowhere. That’s when I really began to fight to get the door open. I yelled and screamed but no one came. It felt like I was left in that room to die. Turning around, I frantically looked for any possible exit without moving from my spot.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> Once again, the lights flicker then turn off, but it wasn’t me who turned it on again. To my horror all the masks that was now facing me. The smiles have faded to a frown. I was definitely dreaming. Sure the new Mickey and Minnie eyes can blink now but these were old, long before they made the costumes more realistic by having their mouths move and eyes blink. Also it was hard plastic, you can’t just morph the shape that easily. I backed up against the door. The lights flickered once more, that was when the music started. It sounded like a distorted version of I got no strings from pinocchio. Where was the music even coming from? There were no overhead speakers in the room, it was just an old room with old abandoned costumes. The lights flickered a few more times and right in my clear sight was The evil queen. Not the one you see in the parks normally, this one was the old hunchback one. I was terrified. I have never been this scared in my whole life.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “Someone help me!” I screamed and turned around to find words freshly written on the door. It looked like blood. The words said ‘The magic is gone, someone should pay.’ I shook my head in disbelief. I felt wetness through my shirt, and pain in my lower stomach. I lifted up my shirt to see what it was. I had not noticed but it seemed I had cut myself enough to draw some blood. Luckily it wasn’t that bad but it did hurt a lot.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> I heard the same eerie laugh again. I decided to turn around and face my fear. All the characters were now standing up, but they werent moving and right beside me was Dopey. How was he able to get here so fast? He was the furthest one. I watched in terror as I saw his face turn back to a smile, but during that his eyes turned blood red. I felt more pain in my stomach before, it appeared that the cut was even bigger now, I was losing too much blood. I was not going to make it. Tears fell down my cheeks as I realized my horrible destiny.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “Someone help me!” I croaked. All the life and energy I had inside of me was gone. I could not save myself as hard as I tried. The last thing I can remember is blood oozing out of Dopeys mouth, with I got no strings slowly fading out.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> The feeling of cold water dripped down my face and I had wondered what happened. The last thing I remembered was falling to the ground dying as Dopey’s red eyes watched. How did I manage to wake up in the First aid room, surrounded by some of my co-workers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “What happened?” I asked in a hoarse voice.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “We found you passed out in the control room. You must have caught yourself on something, there was a slight cut on your stomach.” The Nurse stated. How did I get from dying in an old room of abandoned costumes to here? Was I dreaming?

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “Oh....” I said as I laid my head back down so I could try to clear my thoughts. After I was fixed up and feeling better, I headed back to the control room. The door was there. I wanted to assure myself that I was only dreaming. Maybe there would be some other room behind that door. The most I could do was hope. Opening the door, my eyes widened. It was the same hallway. I took a step in the doorway, as I now felt it was safe since the workers were in the control room. I was immediately interrupted by the manager asking what I was doing.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “What’s in that room?” I ask, crossing my fingers.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> “Its the old costume room. Don’t go in there, it’s empty. Nothing to see.” My manager smiled and headed off. I could feel my heartbeat racing. How could I go into a room full of costumes to hear it’s empty and wake up in the First aid room? Guess I must have been dreaming after all. I assumed it was now time to get back to my job. I began to flip through the pages but stopped at the last one that had familiar writing. Immediately dropping the clipboard, I ran as fast as I could, went up to the main level and left the Disney park forever. No one heard from me again.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> The blood written words still haunt me to this day.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> ‘The magic is gone, someone should pay. You can run but you can’t hide.’ <ac_metadata title="First time writing a creepy pasta (I got no strings) (Waiting for review)"> </ac_metadata>