Over the loudspeaker in New Orleans Square, normally used to announce fireworks and emergency drills, there was a familiar voice... the voice of the Ghost Host.
"Dear ladies and gentlemen, boys and ghouls, the Haunted Mansion is proud to announce that we, the 999 happy haunts, have received one lost soul- he has grown into us and is one of our own. The haunted mansion proudly presents- Number 1000!"
There was a great deal of cackling on the loudspeaker. Disneyland was stirred, everyone was talking about it. finally, somebody announced, "THERES A NEW ANIMATRONIC IN THE HAUNTED MANSION! COME ON!"
The crowd moved quickly, running over each other trying to get their own children to the 'ride' before the others. Luckily, I was the fastest runner, therefore, I was first in line. I walked in, and the first thing I noticed was... streamers? balloons? what the-
Then I also noticed the portraits changed. Inside were portraits of the bride, the long-lost hatbox ghost, the three hitchhiking ghosts, and one more...
I couldn't make anything of it, it looked like a small boy... I don't know. As we proceeded, the changing portraits all had party hats. I was officially weirded out. I had been on the ride only five minutes before, and none of this was there. I got into my doombuggy, and instead of the Ghost host announcing that he would lower the safety bar, there was a small boy, about six or seven. I was creeped out. When we got in the corridor of doors, The same boy appeared, looking at a breathing door. He was glowing blue. He turned around and hopped in the car, right onto my dads lap. I was frozen with fear until he started talking, and then I left, and the boy vanished. My girlfriend didn't notice I was gone, but I got back in, only to see the boy in my spot, staring at me very strangely. I sat on top of him, but he didn't seem to care. I got a whole lot colder... I'm usually a calm person, but I wanted off. I was scared $*&)less. I litterally !@#$ed my pants. And then...
We entered the Graveyard Scene. The boy seemed to glow a lot more, smiling, as happy as could be. He jumped out and started singing, to amuse me. I started laughing, and clapping even, and he told me," My name is Timmy. Whats Yours?"
I said back, "Well, my name is George. Why can't my parents see you?"
The boy stared back, "Thats because they don't believe. Thats Because theyre not DEAD."
"Are you saying-"
"Get out. look at yourself."
I got out, next to him, asking very afraid-
"You were frightened to death."
I looked at my car, to see my girlfriend screaming at my dead body. I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. I was very sad, but then...
"Dear ladies and gentlemen, boys and ghouls, the Haunted Mansion is proud to announce that we, the 1000 happy haunts, have received one lost soul- he has grown into us and is one of our own. The haunted mansion proudly presents- Number 1001!"
This was based on a Disneyland Myth. In Car # 55, which is the one George was supposedly in, People had seen mysterious images of a young boy, maybe 6-9. I rode in car number 54, just immediately in front, and the people behind us were freaked. they wanted to get out. Thats when I started to believe.
LCBH Madman, repainted, dremmeled his nose, picked at it (No, not like that) and painted it some more. cloak made from old pillowcase. Hope you like him, Dear beloved George!