Mickey Madhouse
You are at home, you feel a warm hand harshly tug on your shirt. The smell of chlorophyll fills your nose as you begin to slightly understand these circumstances. You try to fight the feeling of daze, but it is too hard. Your eyes slowly close shut as if someone, or something, is forcing them to do so.
You are abducted, know one knows where you are, and more importantly, you don't know who took you from your sweet and comfortable couch.
Suddenly, you hear the loud screech of an old, rickety van as it drives off in the distance. Your surroundings are familiar, too familiar. Something about this place is comforting, but you know you aren't safe or protected. You turn to your right and see a gate. A gate that somehow brings the feeling of joy into your heart. This feeling is soon crushed when you realize where you are and what has happened.
Disney World, a place that is known for its magical qualities to make dreams come true, is now your worst nightmare. There is only one way to escape and now you must figure it out before it's too late. Where are you going to go first?
You are abducted, know one knows where you are, and more importantly, you don't know who took you from your sweet and comfortable couch.
Suddenly, you hear the loud screech of an old, rickety van as it drives off in the distance. Your surroundings are familiar, too familiar. Something about this place is comforting, but you know you aren't safe or protected. You turn to your right and see a gate. A gate that somehow brings the feeling of joy into your heart. This feeling is soon crushed when you realize where you are and what has happened.
Disney World, a place that is known for its magical qualities to make dreams come true, is now your worst nightmare. There is only one way to escape and now you must figure it out before it's too late. Where are you going to go first?