Creepy - Day 15 - Disney's Catacombs

Episode Date: October 15, 2019

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So a couple years back, my buddies and I tried to stay in the park after closing time. Our plan was to just take pictures. Nothing sinister or anything like that. We just wanted to be able to say we did it, you know? Basically, we snuck from bathroom to bathroom, corner to corner, and managed to stay there until they closed the gates and the maintenance team got to work. We were really surprised we hadn't gotten caught. It was almost strange, considering how much talking up Disney security gets.

Our hearts were beating like crazy, and we sat there for a while, hiding behind a tombstone by the haunted mansion. We noticed that it's true. The Disney staff had signed their names on every single one. So, finally, we got the courage to roam about, still being careful not to be seen. It was really eerie The occasional guard or maintenance worker would walk by And we were just duck her high behind a corner

It worked For about a half hour Of course we couldn't keep doing this for long And yeah, they caught us I mean give us props for even attempting and succeeding But that's not where the story ends So the first thing we said when they caught us was Are you going to take us down to the dungeon?

and we laughed. Security guard chuckled too, so the mood wasn't too dreary. He told us that we weren't the first people to try and sneak in after hours, but he wanted to know how we did it. We explained the situation, and he actually laughed and said that wasn't a bad plan. He told us he had to take us to the Disney jail to be further interrogated, which we thought was odd. I figured from the beginning that if we had gotten caught, they'd take us down there.

It might have been our plan all along. Maybe we wanted to see the Disney catacombs more than we wanted to be in the park after hours. So he called for more workers to come and help him escort us, and we went on our way towards Tune Town. Then they took us down in this elevator, right into hell. The first thing we noticed was how expensive-looking the elevator was. I don't know if that makes sense, but it's hard to explain. It was like a stainless steel interior with mirrors all around,

and the floor was this tacky red carpet. carpeting, but it looked expensive. There were only two buttons in this elevator, not counting the emergency buttons. One set up, the other set down. I'd forgotten to mention that they never handcuffed us or zip-tight our hands. They just kind of walked beside us, expecting we'd follow. Not that we would have tried to make a run for it. I mean, these people seem decent.

Like, how are we supposed to know what was going to happen? The elevator stopped when we started walking down this perfectly shining, bleached-smelling corridor. There were no doors on either side. It was just a plain, empty corridor. We walked for what seemed like an eternity and no one was talking any longer. It was me, my friends, a security guard, and two other maintenance workers. Finally, we reached a heavy metal door that had a security code and card reader. One worker put his card in.

the other typed a coat on the keypad. I watched the Cody typed in. 1-21566. I only remember it because I phoned out later what its significance was. And it makes me laugh looking back. Strange. It's strange that I could laugh. Looking back.

They led me and my friends into another corridor. This one had doors down the hallway walls. Each door had a little plexiglass square, a 10 by 10 inch window at the top right corner. Looks sort of like a psych ward, to be honest. Not so much like a jail. He led us to room 1901, and inside was a single desk with, surprisingly,

three chairs from me and each of my friends. Then he left us in there alone, closing the door on the way out. We sat in the chairs like a obedient little children and waited for them to return. But they never did. Two hours went by and no one came back for us. My buddy Tim went to the door and surprisingly it was unlocked. He didn't open it though.

He was worried there'd be a guard on the other side and they'd think we were escaping and we weren't looking for any more trouble. So about 25 minutes went by when we got restless and finally decided to leave the room. The hallway was empty like before. No signs of people. Nothing. We started calling out. Hello?

Is anyone there? No one answered our calls. We noticed surveillance cameras were placed above every door. We got to wondering if there was any living soul in this place at all. We should have left right then and there, but then again, whoever does the right thing in these situations. Every door looked the same, and each one had a specific number above it. They weren't in order like, say, room one to ten.

They were scattered numbers. For example, our room had been 1901, but the door next to it was 12.05. We got to thinking and finally assumed they were just randomly chosen. We walked up the hallway and had no idea where we were going, what we were hoping to find, or even if it mattered. My other buddy, Guy, decided we should just leave. He said that if they really wanted us here, they'd have come back, and maybe it was just a the scare tactic. Maybe they just wanted to trick us into thinking we were being arrested and were waiting outside

to laugh. I felt weary the whole situation, and Tim was quiet the whole time, nodding his head here and there. He was more interested in looking into the doors a little 10-by-10-inch windows. That wasn't a good idea. I tried to tell him, but of course no one listens to reason when they're freaked out. And we were definitely... freaked the fuck out at this point.

The camera above the doors were capable of motion detection and followed us as we wandered down the desolate corridor, a little red light at the bottom of the lens blinking each second. No noise filled the air. All we heard was each other breathing. Then it happened. We'd reached the end of the hallway. Unfortunately, the door at the end had another pin code reader. I tried the pin from before.

the one I saw them type in, but it was invalid. At that moment, the lights in the hallway shut off and we heard the doors. God damn it. I can still hear them to this day. The fucking doors opened. All lining up along the corridor, they made a subtle creak, then a boom as they hit the wall beside them with force. As I said, after I ended the invalid code into the keypad, the lights shut off and the doors opened, except for the door with the keypad.

We also noticed as the doors opened, each doorway had a little bit of light seeping in from its open pathway. We stood there, stunned for a good five minutes not knowing what to do. We figured we tripped some alarm and that was just protocol, a standard trail encase of an attempt to escape. What were we supposed to think? So we turned the other direction, away from the locked door. A sense of panic had all three of us for some reason, and we got the urge to run. No one agreed to running. It was like we all knew we had to at the same time.

Some sort of instinct. Like a baby gazelle knowing when to run from a lion. We were in the lion's den, all right? It wasn't until about the tenth door we passed, and we began to look into the doorways as we passed them. Standing at the doorways were people in costume. We were running past Donald, Mickeys, Goofies, Pluto's, and all different kinds of Disney characters. It was insane, and we screamed at the top of our lungs. I know they said never looked behind you as they're wrong, but I did.

They were leaving their rooms and following us, not running, just casually walking towards us. I think that's what made it that much more terrifying. almost like they knew we had nowhere to go. Now, I don't know if it was all in my head. Just some sheer panic and fear of the moment, but I swear. I could swear on my mother's life. I heard it's a small world playing over an intercom.

I have a fear of dolls, and the right always gives me the creep to my whole life. Now I could see them, the little robotic dolls standing in the doorways as we'd, past. Still following were the custom characters. The dolls weren't chasing us, thank God. How they died from a heart attack fighting the dolls following suit. But they didn't. It didn't make the situation all that better. I mean, how many times we've been followed by a group of costume individuals seemingly out to fucking eat you alive? Unless that's what I told myself to keep

myself moving. Stopping meant being devoured by fucking Donald Duck. I don't know about you, but I don't want to go out like that. Tim was crying. Guy was sweating and breathing heavily, and I just kept turning my head to see if we're being followed, and of course we were. I'm not sure how many doors we had passed at this point, or if there really were different characters at each door.

But I knew that this hallway had to end at some point, and we were getting the fuck out of this place, Pronto. Easier said than done. I looked back after another minute or two of running and noticed there was nothing behind us anymore that we could see. I heard footsteps, but figured we had gotten so far ahead

and they were just still walking casually like before. The hallway was still going on for what seemed like forever, and Guy needed to stop or he was going to faint from exhaustion. The door behind us was open, with the light on, but nothing inside. We decided we were going to hide in there till we caught our breath and continued onward. As we closed the door behind us, I noticed the room was 1966. Again, that meant nothing at the time.

Tim was pacing the room, gauze laying on the floor, still breathing pretty hard, and I was at the window. Looking out, I saw nothing. No more music, no nothing. It was dark out. hard to tell for sure, but I figured it would have seen figures or shadows or something. Still, I kept watch. After 15 minutes or so, Guy said he was good to go. Tim was the only one smart enough to pull out his new Razor cell phone. No signal, of course. He opened the door suddenly, quietly, but heard no footsteps. Nothing was following us anymore. But we weren't taking chances.

We got back to running. It only took us another seven minutes to reach the door, give or take. It had no keypad, and it was open. We entered the corridor from before, and thank God there were no doors. We ran for the elevator and got in, pushed the up button, and stood there, looking at each other. Dumbfounded as to what had just happened. None of us spoke. We just waited until the elevator opened, back into Toon Town, and started making our way for the front gate.

We kept a low profile using the same duck and high techniques that had gotten us this far from the get-go. Maintenance workers and security guards were still about, but we couldn't take any more chances. Finally, Tim lost it and took off in a sprint. I couldn't imagine what had set him off, until I looked and saw that everyone in the park just stood there, staring at us with blank faces. We heard a voice over the intercom explaining that three fugitives had escaped from captivity and needed. to be escorted back into the jails below. We booked it, catching up to Tim.

Custom characters appeared from the shadows, workers and guards chasing after us. Everyone was sprinting for us. I couldn't see while what I imagined drool dripping from their jowls. They wanted us back down there. We had escaped and they were pissed. The gate was just up ahead. The creepiest thing about it all was that besides the voice over the intercom,

the park was dead silent. No chat from the workers could be heard Even now as we were running for what we assumed was our lives From the characters, the workers, the guards No one bothered to shout after us, no one yelled No one said stop Nothing Just footsteps and the occasional cough from Guy

As we made it past the park's front gate We didn't stop until we got to the parking lot Our car was gone And we were left scratching our hats We continued running back down the road, which went on for miles, stopping occasionally for us to catch our breath. We made it to a little corner store where Tim used to sell the call a taxi cab. When it finally arrived, we took the cab back to the hotel we were staying at, paid the fare,

and went up to our rooms. In the end, the next day, we got a call from the hotel's front desk, so we had it downstairs. There were officers waiting for us. They said that our car had been impounded and we needed to pay the fine. They didn't ask us any other questions, and we didn't bother telling the police anything that happened. Even now, on this random board, people who don't have a reason to disbelieve me, don't believe me, so how could an officer the lobby be expected to? We didn't bother.

We simply paid the fine and drove home. We didn't talk about what happened, the whole drive back. It wasn't until a couple weeks later that I got myself to search up the numbers. curiosity, I guess. As you all know, Walt Disney was born December 5th, 1901. The room we were in was 1901. And the door next to it was 1205. Also, he died December 15th, 1966,

which was the code the worker had put in to lead us into the main corridor. What a strange coincidence I decided. Whether any of that was real at all, I couldn't tell you. Maybe our imaginations ran wild. We were tired. It was around 1 a.m. when we made our escape. So it's plausible, that's the answer. I've never forgot it, though.

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