"Today is a nice, cool, 75 degrees here at Disneyland. Yup, you all know it... It's winter," announced the speaker at the entrance to Disneyland.
"I hope you have a wonderful time at the park," it continued, "Let's have some fun!" The whole entrance was covered in fake snow and Christmas decorations. Johnny and I walked through the entrance. We saw a train chugging past, the top of the Matterhorn, the castle that makes all the magic happen.
"Bella!" Johnny said excitedly,"This way to get to the rides!" We ran through a tunnel with pictures of Disney movies like Cinderella and Toy Story. We also saw pictures of Disney characters like Mickey, Mini, Goofy, Donald, Daisy, and Pluto. To me, they all looked a bit creepy.
"Johnny, did you notice anything weird about those pictures?" I asked.
"No. Do they look funny?" He answered.
"Oh no reason," I said. I didn't pay much attention to that though because I was at Disneyland!
Johnny is my cousin. We are both 12 years old and have blonde hair and blue eyes. He is taller than me though. He is five feet and three inches and I'm only four feet and eleven inches. We have grown up together ever since Johnny's mom, my aunt, died when we were three. He stayed with us because no one else in our family took him in. They either had enough children to look after, didn't need a distraction to their job, and he is autistic so they didn't want him. I never really got to know him so my mom wanted us to come to Disneyland to bond. I really didn't want to go with him because if I'm gone for 20 seconds he'll be gone or he will have broken something. I guess today might not be as bad as I thought it would be.
We were walking around going to Space Mountain when I saw a man in a Mickey Mouse costume. He had an evil look on his face like he was about to attack me. I kept walking until I saw every Disney character and they all had that same evil look. I kept wondering if Johnny noticed, but I don't think he did.
An hour later we were going through Cinderella's castle and I saw Goofy. He was holding something, but I couldn't tell what it was. Johnny and I walked past him silently when YANK! He grabbed our shirts, pulled out a knife, and and tried to kill us!
"Run!" I screamed to Johnny. He obeyed and pulled his shirt away and started run as I did the same. We ran as fast as we could as far as we could until we were out of breath.
Later that night, when we were going to bed in our hotel room, I kept wondering what had happened that day and why it happened. I kept trying to tell myself it was just an act, but it was so sudden it didn't seem fake. I decided to let the topic rest while I hit the hay.
In the middle of the night, Johnny woke up screaming at the top of his lungs and saying "Run! Run!"
"What's the matter? What happened?" I said to him urgently.
"I had a scary dream that Micky Mouse was chasing me and hitting me," he explained.
I woke up the next morning and Johnny and I had a nice calm breakfast. We went to go on some rides and we saw them. All of them. Every Disney character was standing in front of us, their faces still as stone. They were holding spears and staring at us.
"Bella, they look mad at us," Johnny said.
I didn't pay attention to him. We could fight them. At least I thought we could when suddenly, they came closer and cornered us. They all threw their spears. It struck me. Johnny screamed! Then I saw light.