Mickey Madhouse

You start to walk through the eerie ride and slowly become more weary with every step you take. All sounds are making you jump and every gust of fresh A.C. is giving you shudders. Once you reach the self playing piano, you start to wonder is you made the right choice. All of a sudden, the once quiet piano, comes to life as you become more visible. It’s like it is watching you. Looking at your every move. Your hand touches the keys as if you were playing them yourself. You lower yourself onto the empty black bench. Soon, you start to feel tingles coming from your thighs. You look around and see boxes of nails stacked up on the floor next to a bottle of glue. The room slowly turns black.