There is a well known story about a 'Disney' owned property called Mowgli's Palace. I was asked by one of my friends, who had been reading this book, why I had not done anything about Mowgli's Palace. So I told her I would. Here it is:

THE STORY

There is a well known story about a 'Disney' owned property called Mowgli's Palace. Located in Emerald Isle, North Carolina; Disney saw this as opportune property to expand their kingdom enterprise. Anyway, as the story goes, construction started in the 1990s and as the 'Mowgli's Palace' title suggests, it was jungle-themed with a palace in the center. Mowgli, from The Jungle Book, was the center of attention with the common theme of alone-in-the-jungle-with-wild-animals-as-your-friends being the center of this resort. Just look at how the author of the Creepy-pasta explained his/her reason for it, "There as a lifelike statue of a python, maybe eighty feet long, coiled up and "sunning" itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting, so the light fell onto the object in the PERFECT way for a photograph. I approached the python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again to get the detail of its face. Slowly, casually, the python lifted its head, looked directly into my eyes, turned, and slithered off the pedestal, across the grass, and into the trees. All eighty feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot. Disney had released all their exotic animals onto the grounds. Right there on my floor-plan map was the "Reptile House". I should have known. I'd read about the sharks at Treasure Isle, and I should have KNOWN they'd done this." According to the author, "Mowgli's Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed "eminent domain" on people's homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation. The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it "Mickey Mouse Highway"." The Creepy-pasta goes into how Disney showed concept art to the townspeople who got pissed and how the resort just shut down weeks after it was complete. No one knew what to think or do but the townspeople were happy about Dsiney's loss and they really showed it through destroying everything and writing 'Abandoned by Disney' all over. After explaining the past, the author goes into how they "honestly didn't give the place another thought since hearing it closed over a decade ago. I live maybe four hours from Emerald Isle, so really I only heard the rumblings and didn't experience any of it first-hand." And how they had, "read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found there. Stuff just... left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had lost their jobs." (We know better that it wasn't disgruntled employees now don't we...? ehem... chapter 12... ehem)

"Well, what I'm getting at is that this blog about Treasure Island got me thinking. Even though many years had passed since its closing, I figured it might be cool to do some "Urban Exploration" at Mowgli's Palace. Take some photos, write about my experience, and probably see if there was anything I could take home as a memento. I'm not going to say I wasted no time in getting there, because honestly it took me another year after I first found that Treasure Island article to get around to going up to Emerald Isle. Over the course of that year, I did a lot of research on the Palace resort... or rather, I tried to. Naturally, no official Disney site or resource made any mention of the place. That had been scrubbed clean." After talking about research for the author's intended 'mission', he/she finally went to the abandoned 'palace'.

 The drive was long, much like the drive to any of the Walt Disney World parks, with lots of plants on their side. Overgrown invasive species side-by-side with the natural plants/flora.  Going into extreme descriptive detail about the outside of the 'palace', the author enters the property and sees tons of 'Abandoned by Disney' signs painted on any available surface. Going into the kitchen, lobby, past some rooms and bathrooms, outside, and finally to a set of stairs, locked behind a floor-to-ceiling metal gate. On the gate was a real sign that exclaimed, "MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!" This made the author excited due the padlock on the gate, and there could be some groovy (Yes, I typed groovy) stuff back there. Padlock still intact = no one had been down there since they closed.

After breaking the lock and whatnot, the author snuck in to the 'MASCOTS ONLY' area. The lights were on, things were left where they had been placed on so many years ago, and nothing was broken/stolen. Rotten food, a static-y TV, etc. all made their homes in this 'paradise' of relics or as the author stated, "It was like one of those post-apocalypse movies where everything is left in the state of evacuation." The deeper the author went, the more interesting the sights became. Knocked over chairs and table, papers scattered, and damp moldy carpeting- less light. "Eventually, I reached a black and yellow striped door with the words "CHARACTER PREP 1" stenciled on it. The door wouldn't open at first. I figured this was probably where the costumes were kept, and I definitely wanted a photograph of that twisted, stinking mess. Try as I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn't budge.That is, until I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked open slowly." The room was completely dark. Out of nowhere the lights had switched on. "The room was exactly as I had pictured it. Various Disney costumes hung on the walls, fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses." Going into detail about the 'odd' Mickey Mouse costume near the center of the room, which was a different color than normal, the author sees 'Mickey' stand up and goes to take a picture. But their camera died. 'Mickey' then proceeds to say "Hey," and asks the author if he/she "Wanna see my head come off?" Then it started to, "pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator's jaws..." After successfully pulling off his own head, thick, chunky, yellow blood came pouring out of the costume. As he/she was running out of that room, they noticed a sign-written in bone fragments: "ABANDONED BY GOD". In the end, the author finishes his/her blog entry about their adventure with this: "I never got the pictures out of the camera. I never wrote the blog entry about it. After I ran from that place, fled for my sanity if not my very life, I knew why Disney didn't want anyone to know about this place. They didn't want anyone like me getting in. They didn't want anything like that getting out."

NOW LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS...(...TO DEFEAT THE SUMS... DID THEY SEND ME FRACTIONS WHEN I ASKED FOR NONE... YOU'RE THE SADDEST SUM I'VE EVER MET- Um, back to the topic...) AND FIGURE OUT THE FLAWS IN THIS LOVELY LITTLE CREEPY-PASTA.

Flaw One: "Near the beach-side city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of "Mowgli's Palace" in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing." Disney, especially during the 1990s, would never make a resort based upon 'The Jungle Book' in a relatively wealthy, though somewhat xenophobic area of the southern United States. If searched upon Google Maps, there is no evidence of a large Disney property ever being located there (There is a Mowgli's Palace in Hope Town located in the Bahamas but that's as close as we're going to get).

Flaw Two: "Mowgli's Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed "eminent domain" on people's homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation. The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it "Mickey Mouse Highway"." First thing, if Disney could get a deal on the land- they were going to do it. I mean, look at what the ingenious Walter Disney when it came to buying land for Walt Disney World! (He went under a guise of several different men and bought out acres for a cheap as 15 dollars an acre. Once the press leaked out that it was Disney, prices went from 15 dollars to over 800 dollars an acres, over night) Second thing, Disney would not- does not- take land from people as stated above. The highway 'project' is quite believable I must admit, but not the unfair 'purchasing' (ehem... stealing..ehem...) of others land. (Though I did hear/read about how the US (Cause I'm a 'Murican) Gov was attempting to sell parts of the forest preserves to companies so they could build upon them. But that was shut down rather quickly).

Flaw Three: "Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When they showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace... surrounded by JUNGLE... staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear... well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit." Usually when Disney releases concept art, it's not to the town people- at least not yet. Concept art really isn't released 'in person' until after it's placed online. Example being Avatarland in Disney's Animal Kingdom (Which replaced Camp Mickey-Minnie (See details in a later chapter)).

Flaw Four: "Then I read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found there. Stuff just... left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had lost their jobs." Number one thing I hate is when people know the facts but don't use them. That and also people who make fun of things without knowing everything. Oh, and people like me- those who make fun of Disney and expose their darling little secrets all while being a sarcastic mothaf-cker. But they know that I make fun of them because I love them so much. (Lol. It's been a weird day) We already know that the common Bahamian stereotype is that they're lazy. Gotcha, but think how many of those people who got fired from Treasure Island were actually mad that they got fired from the job that took away crucial hours for them to sit on a hammock being a lazy kiddo. Think about that.

Flaw Five: "Even odder, however, was that nobody before myself had apparently thought to blog about the place or even post a photo. None of the local TV or Newspaper sites had one word about the place, though that was to be expected since they had all swung Disney's way. They wouldn't be out there lauding their embarrassment, you know? Recently, I learned that corporations can actually ask Google, for example, to remove links from search results... basically for no good reason. Looking back, it's probably not that nobody spoke of the resort, but rather their words were made inaccessible." I'm pretty sure, unless it regards the security of a nation- once something is on the internet, it can never be completely taken off. And I don't think corporations are allowed to do that, unless if it's not an actual independent site (Examples being: Youtube and Wattpad). If you own the website than damn you can do whatever the hell you want with it.

Flaw Six: "The huge freezer, not even remotely cool now, had row upon row of empty shelf space. Hooks hung from the ceiling, probably for hanging cuts of meat, and as I stood inside for a moment, I noticed they were swinging. Each hook swung in a random direction, but their movements were so slow and small that it was almost impossible to see. I figured it had been caused by my footsteps, so I stopped one from swinging by clutching it in my fist, then carefully letting go, but within seconds it started to swing once more."  Well, the author is really trying to make his/her readers shit their pants. I would have done the same.

(Can I take a time out and complain here? If you don't want to hear/read my complaint just go ahead and skip to the next flaw. I won't just you. Really I won't. Anyway, the site that I'm getting my facts from has a black-colored background and I switch to Wattpad every so often adding and editing- but Wattpad's background is paper-white. So my eyes- my retinas- are burning. And when your vision is blurry you know you need a break. But do you take one? No. Cause I have to finish this for you darlings. :) Which I'm more than happy to do. Plus I found an AWESOME website that inspired me for another factual haunted book (Hella yea!).) 

Flaw Seven: "What's odd is that the toilets and the sinks (and the bidets in the ladies' room, yes I went there) all dripped, leaked, or just ran freely. It seemed to me that they should've shut the water off long, LONG ago." I doubt they would actually have running water at an abandoned place (I mean who's paying that water bill!? Whoever it is, please come here and pay mine. I said please, the only reasonable thing is to comply). Just saying, unless if it's rainwater... but it probably isn't.

Flaw Eight:  "There were plenty of rooms in the resort, but naturally I didn't have time to look through them all. The few I did peer into were similarly wrecked, and I didn't expect to find anything there. I thought there was actually a television or radio in one room, as I really think I heard a quiet conversation coming out. Though it was like a whisper, probably my own breathing echoing in the silence, or just another case of the sound of flowing water playing tricks on the mind, this is what it sounded like... 1: "I didn't believe it." 2: (short, unknown reply) 1: "I didn't know that. I didn't know that." 2: "Your father told you." 1: (unknown reply, or possibly just weeping.) I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous. I'm just telling you what I experienced, why I thought there might've been something running in that room - or worse, some vagrants who had holed up there and probably would've knifed me." I totally get it buddy. I hear voices too.    

Flaw Nine: As I looked out the door, I noticed something interesting in the courtyard that I had apparently missed. Something that would give me at least ONE thing to show for all my trouble, even if it was just a photograph. There as a lifelike statue of a python, maybe eighty feet long, coiled up and "sunning" itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting, so the light fell onto the object in the PERFECT way for a photograph. I approached the python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again to get the detail of its face. Slowly, casually, the python lifted its head, looked directly into my eyes, turned, and slithered off the pedestal, across the grass, and into the trees. All eighty feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot. Disney had released all their exotic animals onto the grounds. Right there on my floor-plan map was the "Reptile House". I should have known. I'd read about the sharks at Treasure Isle, and I should have KNOWN they'd done this." Sorry to tell you this, Mr/Miss. Author but Disney wouldn't be as irresponsible as releasing an eighty-foot-long python into the woods near neighborhoods and whatnot. As for the sharks- that's just a rumor.  

Flaw Ten: "The stairway led downward, below ground level. Using my camera flash as a sort of improvised flashlight, I could see that the stair case ended in a metal mesh door with a padlock. A sign on the door... a REAL sign... read "MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!". This perked up my spirits a little bit, for two reasons. One, a Mascots-Only area would have definitely had some interesting stuff back in the day... Two, the padlock was still in place. Nobody had gone down there. Not the vandals, not the looters, nobody." AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm sorry I had to laugh. Any Disney fan or anyone who knows a good amount about Disney (An amount that does not scream 'I write books on Wattpad talking about Disney while exhausted making fun of them' or doesn't scream 'Uh what is this... Disney?' In other-words a NORMAL amount), would know that Disney has NEVER (Put it in bold and italics for you guys, you're welcome) refereed to their staff as 'Mascots' whether they actually portray the characters or they work as servers, operators, etc. (Snobby voice) It's Cast Members. Get your facts straight.  

Flaw Eleven (Eleven!): "The Mascots-Only area was a startling and very welcomed change from the rest of the building I'd seen. For one, every second or third fluorescent light overhead was illuminated, even though they flickered and faded randomly. Also, nothing had been stolen or broken, even if age and exposure were definitely taking their toll. Tables had note pads and pens, there were clocks... even a punch-in clock on the wall complete with filled-out time cards. Chairs were scattered around and there was even a small break room with an old, static-filled television and long rotted-out food and drink on the counters." Who's paying their electricity bill?

Flaw Twelve: "As I walked the maze-like sub-basement hallways of the Mascots-Only area, the sights just became more and more interesting. As I went further, desks and tables were knocked over, papers scattered and almost melded with the damp floor, and a large carpet of mold was slowly overtaking the real rotting crimson floor-covering." Can someone comment to me, how there would be mold on a carpet that hasn't been exposed to the elements in the Lord knows how long? Thanks so much.

Flaw Thirteen: "Eventually, I reached a black and yellow striped door with the words "CHARACTER PREP 1" stenciled on it." Disappointing. Do your damn research!

Flaw Fourteen: "The door wouldn't open at first. I figured this was probably where the costumes were kept, and I definitely wanted a photograph of that twisted, stinking mess. Try as I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn't budge. That is, until I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked open slowly." So the door wouldn't open, but then it just popped open? Imma try that next time I need to open an evidently locked or stuck door. Thanks for the helpful tip!

Flaw Fifteen: "Inside, the room was completely dark. Pitch black. I used the camera flash to look for a light switch in the wall buy the door, but there was nothing. As I made my search, I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by a loud electrical buzz. Rows of lights overhead suddenly flashed to life, flickering and fading in and out like the rest I had passed. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and it seemed like the light was going to just keep getting brighter until all the bulbs exploded... but just when I thought it would reach that critical stage, the lights dimmed a bit and steadied." NO. DON'T EXPLODE! So no light switches. Maybe it's a heat sensor light? Or maybe it's run by the magical electricity that the building is powered by that I know not who pays for. Or maybe the electricity company thinks it's an honor powering an abandoned building for quite a hefty sum. Or it's all a facade to scare the crap out of this kid. Either way, I quite like it.

Flaw Sixteen: "There was an entire rack of loincloths and "native" clothes on hangers toward the back." Disney doesn't keep their Cast Member attire in the same building as their 'character' attire. (There's a huge warehouse in Walt Disney World just for all the Cast Members attire- it is SO cool)

Flaw Seventeen: "What was even odder, however, was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black where he should be white and white where he should be black. His normally red overalls were light blue." No such costume exists. Though Minnie has over 500+ costumes/outfits...

Flaw Eighteen: "Hey," it said in a hushed, perverted, but perfectly executed Mickey Mouse voice, "Wanna see my head come off?" It started to pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator's jaws... As it worked its digits into its neck... so much blood... " Well, please do me a favor and raise your hand if this is at all possible. Put you hand down Brutus. Just put it down.

LE END

Author's Annoying Note:

I hope you enjoyed this entry to our lovely little abandoned book- I'm sorry for my attitude and sarcasm (and comments). If you liked them, then by all means please comment so. If not, I'm sorry for the annoyance. If you liked this EXTREMELY long chapter (Since it's so long and I wanted to publish it before the end of the day- I didn't have time to edit. So i'm sorry. :/ ) or just liked what it was about- PLEASE comment or at least vote. Comments let me know that what I'm doing is either fabulous or really shitty. Either way I'd appreciate it just as much as I appreciate votes! Well I'll leave you to your actual lives (I have to buy another one- my last one didn't have an extended warranty so it kind went down the shitter).

Thanks!

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HOLY SH-!

LINK TO SITE I USED: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Abandoned_by_Disney