I work security at Disney World... well, I mean I did.

I work in security at Disney World, the happiest place on earth.  Why anyone would need security at the happiest place on earth is beyond me, but I suppose that’s why I’m here.  I’ve been working here for 23 years now and I won’t say that I’ve seen it all, but I’ve seen enough.  I won’t bore you with all the details of the mundane stuff, but I guess the first thing you should know is how this whole thing started.<br><br>One night, about 3 years ago, I was on my way home from work when I saw a man out on the side of the road.  He looked like a typical panhandler, he was sitting on the ground with a cardboard box up and had written ‘homeless, spare a buck’ type of thing.  But what was weird about this guy was that he was right next to a dead end street, so there was basically no traffic on this road.  Also, strangely enough, he had a small Disney employee ID clipped to his box. <br><br>I though it was a joke, but decided to stop and see if it was real.  I pulled over and walked over to him and as I approached I noticed that, yes indeed, this was a real Disney employee ID.  I asked him what he was doing out here, what had led him to this point.  He had a little bottle of booze sitting next to him, and the stench of it filled the air, so I figured that probably had something to do with it.  He told me he used to work for Disney, and that if I worked for them too then I would understand that a man can only take so much. <br><br>I asked him what he meant and he wouldn’t elaborate, he just looked at me sternly and told me not to end up like him.  Well, strange things happen, and I had work to do, so I wished him good luck and then got back in my car and left.  As I drove away I glanced in my rear view and saw him drinking from his bottle and looking back at me.  For some reason that moment stuck with me.  Maybe it was the fact that I had never thought about the fact that there were homeless Disney employees, or maybe it was something else.  Whatever it was, that moment stuck with me.<br><br>I didn’t think much of it the next day, until that is I saw him.  While on my rounds I noticed a man in the employee break room at work drinking a bottle of liquor.  I walked up and sure enough it was him.  I asked him how in the hell he was here, if he had a job, and he just told me to get out.  I told him I was security and he just laughed.  I called for backup and they came and escorted him off Disney property.  I didn’t tell them where I had first seen him, I figured he had been an employee here at one time, but for some reason he just didn’t sit right with me. <br><br>I didn’t see him again until he started popping up around the park.  I’d catch glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye, but whenever I went to look it was gone.  Other employees started to mention him too, and soon we realized that something was amiss.  This guy had to be a former employee to know all the little things he knew, like how to move around the tunnels without being noticed and what paths not to take so you wouldn’t be seen. <br><br>One night, after closing time, I had had enough.  Me and a few of the other guys decided to do a sweep of the park and find him.  By now, rumors were swirling as to who he was and why he was here.  Some said that he was fired years ago and this was his revenge.  Some said he was fired because he snapped and attacked a group of guests.  Some said he wasn’t even a former employee at all, but that he was some crazy guy who had just decided to live in the tunnels. <br><br>So we set out that night, ready to catch him and figure out what his deal was.  We searched every nook and cranny, every tunnel, every hidden passage, every place we could think of.  Finally, we decided to check the Utilidors.  For those who don’t know, the Utilidors are a network of tunnels that run under the entire park.  They connect all the rides and attractions, and allow employees to move around without being seen.  They are full of secret passages and hidden doors that lead out into the park.<br><br>As we made our way down there, I started to get that sinking feeling in my stomach.  Something about this whole situation didn’t sit right with me, and being down in the dark tunnels wasn’t helping.  I had been down here hundreds of times, but for some reason tonight felt different.  We searched the tunnels for almost an hour, and just as we were about to give up we heard something.  At first it sounded like Someone was walking around the next corner, but as the sound got closer we realized it wasn’t walking, it was running. <br><br>We heard a figure come barreling around the corner, and before we could react, he smashed dead into me.  The force of the blow lifted me off the ground and threw me back into the wall, and I crashed to the ground.  I rolled over in time to see the figure keep running down the tunnel until it disappeared around the next corner.  The other guys didn’t move, they just stood in shock as I slowly got to my feet, brushing myself off as I dusted myself up.  I yelled at them to go after him, and one of the guys took off in a sprint after him. <br><br>I brushed myself off and followed behind them as they chased after him.  We ran for what felt like miles, darting back and forth through the tunnels, chasing after him.  Someone had pulled out a radio and called for backup, and from the sound of it about half the security team was down here chasing after him too.  We finally lost him when he jumped up into a window and climbed out into the park.  He had been prepared, he knew exactly where he was going. <br><br>That night the park was put on lockdown and a search was launched to find him, but he was gone.  The park was opened the next day like normal, but employees were on high alert, looking for any sign of him.  After a few days of nothing, we figured that whatever thing was keeping him here was gone, and he had moved on.  A few days turned into a week, and a week turned into months, and we had almost forgotten about him.  That is, until people started disappearing. <br><br>It started with one of the janitors.  She was supposed to come in to work one morning but never did.  Her car was in the parking lot, but she wasn’t anywhere to be found.  Her husband called the cops when she didn’t come home that night, and soon a search was launched.  Her body was never found, and after a few weeks she was classified as missing. <br><br>The next was a cook at one of the in park restaurants.  He clocked out for lunch one day and was never seen again.  His car was also in the parking lot, but his phone and wallet were both still in the restaurant.  Again, a search was launched, and again, nothing was found. <br><br>I was starting to get that sinking feeling again, and I couldn’t help but think of that first interaction with the strange man all those months ago.  I told the higher ups in the company about it, and they just told me it was all but a coincidence, and to focus on finding the missing people instead of some make believe boogieman. <br><br>Two days later, another employee never showed up to work.  This was the turning point though, as one of the guys who had been with me during that chase the night we saw the man months ago did have a license plate number for the car the missing person drove.  When the cops looked up the plate, they found the guy, or what was left of him, in his car about 10 miles down the highway. <br><br>He was dead, and by the looks of it, he hadn’t died quickly.  The police told us that the man had been dead for some time, and from the looks of it he had been killed where his body was found.  They figured that he must have been hijacked, and killed, in his car, and then placed back in the car and left on the side of the road.  I knew that wasn’t true, and I told them about the guy in the tunnels.  They told me the same thing my superiors told me, that it was a coincidence, but I knew. <br><br>I knew that it was the same man, and that he was somehow connected to the disappearances.  I didn’t bother arguing with them though, and soon the case was closed and the missing person saga seemed to be dying down.  That is, until I got a strange message one day.  It was an email from an unknown sender, and had no body or subject line, only an address.  I looked it up and it was a location not far from work.  My better judgment told me to ignore it, that it was probably just spam or something, but I had to know. <br><br>So I decided to drive to the location and see what was there.  I arrived and it was an abandoned, burn down house.  It looked like it had been like this for some time, the skeletal remains of a house, with no roof and half burnt walls.  I walked up the crumbling path and as I walked up to the house,