The happiest place on earth, is also one of the most haunted.
In my somewhat limited experience, Disneyland has way more spirits than most of the supposedly well known “haunted” places scattered across the globe. Every time I go there I come across someone dearly departed, and its frequently not the same spirit. There is one who frequents Its a Small World that adores children, or at least my child anyway. I feel her every time. There is another on Thunder Mountain that I’ve only felt once.
My daughter turned seven on November 20th. We kept her home from school and took her to Disneyland as a surprise. She was thrilled of course! Now, clearly, my favorite ride is Haunted Mansion. And at this time of year when its decorated for Christmas with all the Nightmare Before Christmas goodies, its just tons of fun! But never, in all the times I’ve been there have I felt a real spirit. Not once, nor would I have expected to. I mean, its just WAY too obvious, right? In fact, I’m almost genetically engineered to think exactly the opposite! So I always go in full of childlike glee, just enjoying the fun without wondering what might lurk around a corner like I do almost everywhere else at Disneyland.
On this visit, the line was rather long even with our FastPasses, and I decided to take some pictures of my daughter and her dad in front of the Mansion with the gravestones and cobwebs and the like while we waited. As we got close to the front, I closed down the camera, turned off the screen of my phone and tucked it into my pocket. We walked in, got into the elevator-like entrance that takes you to the walkway leading to the cars, stepped out onto said walkway and about five seconds later, BAM!!! There it is… The taste of battery in my mouth, the feeling of electricity up and down my spine, the rolling in my stomach. I start looking around somewhat wildy, knowing that I most likely won’t see anything because I generally dont, I just feel and maybe hear them. But that doesn’t stop me from trying, because the sensation is so clear, so real, so OBVIOUS, that surely there must be something visible to the eye to behold as well, right??? Nothing. My husband notices me, an eyebrow goes up. He knows by now what that behaviour means. ”Its something,” I say, “Its behind us, by the elevator thing. Whats it doing in here? There’s never anything here.”
Gradually, as I move closer to the little cars, the feeling subsides, the inevitable yawning, mild burping and headache come and the experience passes as so many others do and is gone.
I didn’t think anything more of it. Maybe thirty minutes later we were waiting in line for yet another ride and I decided to look through the pictures on my cell and show Dean a little video of Antonia I’d taken earlier that day. As I flipped through the pictures, I came to one that was just a grey and white blur. How odd!!! Then the next and the next and the next were all grey and white blurs. What was this? I scrolled on and there was picture after picture after picture of nothing but grey and white blur. The next picture on my phone after these were the ones of Dean and Antonia I’d taken in the Haunted Mansion line. The grey and white blurs were all taken while we were in the Haunted Mansion at the exact time I felt the spirit.
Even taking into account that perhaps somehow my cell started taking pictures on its own while I was on the ride and it was on dormant-mode in my pocket, even though its never, ever done anything of the sort before and I’ve never had a phone that did…what are the chances that this would happen AT THAT EXACT MOMENT?????
Here are some samples of the pictures my spirit friend took on my cell phone: There are exactly thirty two of these.
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