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

I work in security at Disney World, the happiest place on Earth. I’ve been working there for about 5 years now and if you think you know all the secrets Blayne has to offer, trust me you don’t. The magic never really stops for anyone here, not even the people who see all the behind the scenes stuff we do. It’s truly a magical place. <br><br>I’m not sure what you have heard but there is a tunnel that runs underneath the entire park. It’s just as large as the park is with many cut off areas and passages that lead not only to the rides but many areas of the hotel as well. I’ve been down there hundreds of times and still don’t know where some passages go. <br><br>We don’t just use it for moving costumes, props, and employees. We also have an entire wing of offices down here, the call center, all of the security and camera monitors, and even a small infirmary. We also have cameras set up all over the outside of the park. In these rooms we can see everything that goes on, in and out. <br><br>One night I was heading into work and it was pouring. I had just parked and was walking towards the employee elevator that would take me to the tunnel when I saw a man standing at the front of the call center, looking out the window at the parking lot. He was a few floors up so I don’t think he noticed me, but I remember him because he was the only person I had ever seen up there. Usually the call center is closed by 9 and it was 10:15. I thought it was a little odd, but I didn’t really think anything of it, people were allowed to be on the premises when they weren’t working, so maybe he was one of those people who likes to be at work at odd hours. <br><br>When I got down to the tunnel and made my way to the security office, I mentioned what I had seen to my co worker. She looked pretty stunned, but just shook her head and went on with getting everything ready for the night. I asked her if she knew who it was. She said “You know who that was, you’re just messing with me right?” <br><br>I said no, not really. She looked almost frightened when she said “Please tell me you know who that is.” I told her I didn’t and she asked me if I was messing with her. I said no. She almost looked scared now and asked if I was sure. I said of course I was sure. She asked me to be quiet, I thought she was being ridiculous, but the energy in the room went cold so I didn’t say anymore. <br><br>At lunch I went to the call center to see if anyone was there. It was empty and there was a note on the window facing the parking lot that said, in big letters “DO NOT LOOK AT HIM!!!” <br><br>I thought this was hilarious. I had no idea who they were talking about, but I got the feeling I was in on some kind of joke now. So at the end of my shift I made sure to make my way to the elevator closest to the call center. <br><br>Just as I was walking out the door I looked up to the call center window and saw the man from the night before looking out the window. I don’t know how he saw me, the window was tinted and I was a couple floors down, but as soon as I looked up there he was looking down. I don’t know why, but the sight of him doing that sent chills down my spine. I got the feeling that this man was bad news. <br><br>That wasn’t the last time I saw him. Over the next couple weeks I kept catching glimpses of him, standing where I knew employees weren’t allowed, walking by me in the tunnel where I knew no employees were supposed to be. No one would talk to me about it and I started to feel like I was going crazy, like maybe he didn’t exist. <br><br>I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went to my supervisor and asked him what was going on. He looked just as scared as my co worker had when I mentioned it to her. He asked me if I knew who it was and I said no. He looked at me for what felt like forever before he finally talked. <br><br>After a couple minutes of him staring he finally asked “You don’t know who it is?” I said no. He asked “You don’t know who that is?” Again I said no. I was getting frustrated. He finally talked. <br><br>“Well, it’s Mr. Johnson.” He said. I said, “who’s that?” And he said, “Meh.” Like it didn’t even matter. I was so confused and getting pissed off at this point. I asked, all pissed off, if he could just tell me. <br><br>This is what he told me, in as close to a verbatim as I can remember: <br><br>“Mr. Johnson is an old man who used to work here back in the 70’s. Not too long after the park opened he was thrown out for letting children into rides that weren’t safe. No one knows what happened, but eventually he ended up killing a couple kids here and was institutionalized for many years. Years later he was deemed safe to be released from the institution. He was allowed back into the park as long as he was escorted. He was here for a couple days, then one morning he wasn’t here and we couldn’t find his escort anywhere. We looked everywhere and eventually found his escort dead down here, neck broken in several places. <br><br>We could never catch Mr. Johnson, but we would see him from time to time. He would just be standing there, looking out the window at the parking lot. He seemed harmless and would take off running whenever we got near. One day a couple of employees decided it would be funny to play a prank on him. They changed how the lights down here reflected and made it look like the parking lots moved. They thought it would make him think he was going crazy. He was gone for a couple days after that, but when he showed up again he started smiling. He hasn’t stopped since. <br><br>Now whenever we see him he doesn’t run. He just smiles and keeps doing what he’s doing. We’ve tried to catch him multiple times, but he always seems to get away. We think he might be hiding with someone on the inside, someone you work with. If you see him, you ignore him and call your supervisor. Do not approach him. Do not try to talk to him. And for the love of god, don’t look at him.”<br><br>That was it, everything he knew. I couldn’t let this go. The fact that we had a murderer walking around where I worked, and no one was doing anything about it, bothered me to no end. <br><br>I knew I had to tell someone about this. My best friend, Cheryl, worked for the Disney World newspaper. She knew all kinds of secrets she couldn’t tell anyone about. She was the only person I knew who wouldn’t think I was crazy. <br><br>She agreed to meet me at the park and walk around with me. I told her everything and she said she had never heard of a Mr. Johnson. She knew a lot about the history of the park. Not everything, but a lot. She was as curious as I was and told me she would help me find out more about him. <br><br>Cheryl was good at her job. I was surprised she had never heard of him, but she was on the case now. It took her almost a month, but one day she finally came to me with some information. She had asked around to many different people and the story they told her was a little different than the one my supervisor told me. <br><br>She told me that back in the 70’s, not long after the park opened, a maintenance worker named Mr. Johnson was transferred here from Disneyland. She was told he was one of the people picked to come here and help open the park because he was considered one of the best employees at Disneyland. <br><br>He started off doing his maintenance job, but eventually they started letting him help out on some of the rides. He loved kids and got along with them really well. They liked him and he was a hard worker, so they could trust him to make sure the kids he was supervising were safe. <br><br>They told her he was one of the employees in charge of supervising the kids on the Dumbo ride. Apparently one day he didn’t follow protocol. He let more kids on the ride than he was supposed to and he didn’t buckle some of the kids in correctly. When the ride started, some of the kids that weren’t wearing their safety buckles flew out of their seats and into the machinery that made the ride spin. It was a bad day. <br><br>They told her that all in all, 5 kids died that day and a couple more were almost dead when they got to the hospital. Eventually those kids died too. When they came to talk to Mr. Johnson about what had happened he was gone. They never found him, but they would catch glimpses of him from time to time. They would see him standing by the Dumbo ride watching it. They would see him sitting in the park eating his lunch, but he would always be gone by the time they got there. <br><br>They told her they never found out how he was getting into the park, but