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Saturday, June 18, 2011
Alone in the Haunted Mansion (A poem/Story) 08/11/2009
The Haunted Mansion's 40th Anniversary and the family that got to spend the night----has made me think about how cool it would be to be alone in the Haunted Mansion....I've decided to express that with a little poem (no standard form used here--just seeing where it leads)....
What would you look forward to the most about a night alone in the Haunted Mansion?.... If you could go anywhere and do anything? If you could spend the night? Or walk through the ride all alone? Share those thoughts here As i slowly create an unbelievable story of such a night. (Rough Draft version ---there may be misspelling ,,,Etc..)
Alone in the Haunted Mansion It was a foggy night Unnatural one might say For a Friday evening in May
Through a series on events That shall remain unspoken Backstage bribes? And pledges that were broken? I had the opportunity to spend a night Alone in the Haunted Mansion What a spooky delight.
Alone I stood In front of its iron gates A rusty key in a nervous hand I turned the key inside the gates metal plates
As I did the fog rolled in Off the the Rivers of America Crawling up out of the water Windings up the pathway Racing past me toward the Mansion Entrance
I approached the Mansion Shuffling my feet through the fog Uncertain of each step Passing by the horseless hearse Carefully up the steps The doors already open The fog leading the way inside Like some supernatural guide The foyer was completely dark The candle lights did not flicker. As I stepped into the room The fog grew thicker Filling the room up to my eyes I thought I heard a whisper It said “Surprise” Then back outside the thick fog went My nerves already were fairly spent Alone in the darkness of the Haunted Mansion I stood “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” “This can’t be good”
I wandered over to the elevator The Doors were closed I had to pry them open The elevator was in full stretch The only light was the flickering image of the hanging body
There was no sound at all The exit door was sealed shut Maybe I should retreat now? Go back the way I came? But that door too was now shut I was trapped alone With only the hanging body to keep me company And he wasn’t very talkative
For an hour I sat in the room Trying not to panic The hanging body was slowly swinging Back and forth from the ceiling Neither door would open As if unseen hands held them closed from the other side
Up again I looked The body was no longer there All that remained was a dangling rope Where could the body have gone? I scanned the ceiling with each flicker of light It was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw an image Something obscuring one of the stretching paintings With the next flicker of light it was gone Was it my imagination?
I heard a crash Something hit the floor A scraping noise Clawing across the carpet Coming toward me I backed up to the wall I wanted to scream I couldn’t see it As I pulled with all my strength at the door It was crawling toward me Its nails gouging through the carpet Scratching to the floor below Getting closer
I closed my eyes I could sense its bony hands around my ankles The unseen force pulling me to the ground I looked up the Body once again was hanging Hanging harmlessly from the ceiling Seen through flashes of light
I looked to the door it was open I stood up and stumbled out into the hall Knocking over the ropes that hold guest back Back from the Portraits The Portraits remained in darkness Not changing as they normally did
I hurried past them towards The Faces that follow you They were in darkness as well Darkened eyes turning to watch me run by They whispered as I passed “Hurry now”
I approached the Motionless Doom Buggies I wanted to exit I looked towards where the Doom Buggies entered It was walled off I turned toward the track Trying the Special exit doors They were all locked So into the heart of the ride I went I made my way up the ramp Darting around the Vehicles The suit of armour clattered as I passed I looked down the never ending hallway It looked so real It called out to me “Come this way”
I ran into the hall towards the floating candle No matter how fast I ran The candle remained out of reach A door to my side opened Could this be the way out? I entered the door which lead to a stairwell
A metal set of stairs Going down in a spiral Covered in dust I was backstage now Heading downstairs.
Down I went The Stairwell looked out over faintly lit rooms Mechanical levers Old dingy ropes Dirty mechanics rags Down and down I went There was a door at the bottom The door was locked I stood at the bottom of the stairs Looking up the curving metal steps They seemed all twisted Somehow smaller Tighter More Claustrophobic Heading up into infinite darkness I dare not go back I pounded on the door As I heard the metal above me creak Someone was coming down the stairs
The Stairwell moved with each footstep I clawed at the wooden door Turned the knob again and again “Let me out of here Let me out of here” But the door wouldn’t open And the footsteps grew nearer The metal stairwell shook violently Like it was falling apart I pushed on the door The wood gave like it was a living thing
The footsteps grew louder I pushed and door broke Splintered into a million pieces I stood up another door lay open in front of me I walked through Locking it behind me
By the faint light of a row of computers I saw them Held in an eternal dance Never letting go Forever together
I wandered around the animatronic figures The dancers of the ballroom So creepy yet beautiful on this side of the glass Forgotten for a moment the figure that followed me I stared in marvel at these human like creations
Immortal beings Revolving on life’s turntable I walked among them Wondering what it would be like
Metal Plastic Rubber Electrical wiring
I stared out into the ballroom Someone was out there Night crew Those mysterious men That wander the underground tunnels Waiting for the park to close Before they go about there work
I pounded on the glass trying to get his attention Can’t he see me? He was replacing a light I waved and gestured But he didn’t see me I grabbed a chair and smashed it against the glass The glass cracked a tiny little crack The Night Crew man turned He held a flashlight scanning it across the window He called something into his walkie talkie then turned and left
I wandered back amongst the figures They began to move Spinning around I was caught amid their dance Dodging them as the danced around me
I searched the room I couldn’t find a door Not even the one I had entered Nothing made sense I looked out into the ballroom Beyond the shadows of the whirling animatronics
It looked like real people were out in the ballroom Dancing Singing Laughing Drinking
I walked back over to the glass window Smashing the chair into the crack Splinters of glass rained to the floor I stepped through the hole Into an empty ballroom
I looked back at the window The window was no longer broken Yet I stood in a pile of broken glass The Animatronics were still moving But no longer in a dance They gathered at the window Pounding on it
Through the windows that led out I hurried Leaving the madness of the ballroom It lead to a backstage area I ran down a corridor through another doorway It opened inside the graveyard But the graveyard was empty Tombstones rocked back and forth But all the figures were gone The Singing busts were faceless
I wandered down the track towards the exit Working my way around the Doom Buggies Where did all the figures go? They can’t all be in the shop can they? Then the Vehicles began to move I darted across to the other side There they are……
“Please Remain in your Doom Buggies” Was playing over the speakers As the Singing busts began to move their lips Down the slope from the attic they came Each Doom Buggie filled with a frightful spook Coming closer and closer to where I stood Frozen in place as if my foot was nailed to the floor
They were all singing the song now “Please Remain in your Doom Buggies” Blared over the speakers trying to drown them out I turned and ran Darting out of the room As I passed the mirrors The hitchhiking ghosts mocked me Standing side by side In every mirror they stood Smiling Laughing Pointing
I made it to the moving walkway The Bride stood at the end Holding a clipboard “Death Certificate?” She asked “What”? I said “Death Certificate?” She repeated
I looked down and in my hand A sheet of paper I handed it to her “Hurry up! Let me go” I said The Doom Buggies with their frightful spooks were catching up She stamped the sheet and I tried to pass for the escalator out But she stopped me and shoved me back into the a buggie The bar closed down tight I turned the corner into darkness
The Darkness continued It seemed like it lasted forever I couldn’t get out the bar was too tight The ride continued Shouldn’t I be back in the loading area by now? The darkness grew blacker Darker Darker than I thought dark could get I was dumped out sent crashing to the ground I turned over and I was in a box The lid closed tight “Let me out of here” I screamed over and over again “Let me out of here”
The End BAC 08/11/2009
Ok that is it completely train of thought...What came to mind about a being alone in Haunted Mansion....This was just a fun little story/Poem/Whatever that came to mind today......
But I would really love to spend a night in the Mansion
I would love to wander around and see all the behind the scenes.
To get pictures with the animatronics would be a dream
(As long as they aren't trying to kill me that is)
I would love to hang out in the Mansion for a night
I think the Ballroom would be the coolest place to spend the night after touring the whole place.....