Not meant for people who have fears of potatoes.
Just kidding.
I hope you guys enjoy this, I bet it's horrible though.
Enjoy. ^-^
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"So... What do we ride now?" I ask Timothy and Derrick, keeping my eyes on the Disney map. "I don't know." Derrick sighs, running a hand through his messy hair. "Choose something. Disney will close in..." I check my watch. 9:30 PM. "Thirty minutes." I sigh. We had been to every single ride. Couldn't we just go back to the hotel? My feet were sore from riding each ride. "Hey, we haven't been on It's a Small World." Timothy mutters, keeping his eyes on the map as well. "But It's a baby ride." I mutter. "Who cares. Let's go on." Timothy says. "This, then we go back to the suite. Understand, boys?" I ask. They nod. We enter the line and we show the staff our fast passes. We enter the building and get onto the ride. "I regret doing this." I mutter. The ride suddenly moves with a harsh push and we're off. I look at all the rusty and shiny coins in the water. The light shines on one particular coin-
a perfect, shined dime. I shake my head and look at Timothy. I snap a picture of Hawaiian girls doing the hula dance. Suddenly, it turns dark. The sound of small feet head my way. I take out my phone and use my flashlight to make sure Timothy, Derrick, and the other riders were there. All the riders were gone. It was only Timothy, Derrick, and me. Timothy was shivering in fear, blood forming a river down his cheek. "D-Don't... Turn.." Derrick whispered quietly. Of course, I turned and nearly dropped my phone into the water. There were about three dozen dolls, running and swimming straight towards us. I screamed, but Derrick slapped his hand over my mouth. "Shut up and turn off the light! They'll know where we are!" He whispers. I turn it off, setting it in my bag. I take it back out, my eyes wide. I make the light faint and point it at Timothy. I scream at what I see. His eyes are out, his tounge had been cut out, his grey t-shirt had been cut, and his stomach had scratches here and there, some deep cuts, and bruises. Intestines, organs, and other important body parts flowed out his stomach.


"TURN IT OFF!" Derrick whispered again, his voice a bit louder and more strict this time. I shoved my phone in my purse, cowering in fear. "What are we gonna do?" I ask. Derrick doesn't answer. I shine the dim light on him, only to find his corpse. I scream, and I FINALLY see the bright lights at the entrance. I'm crying, and the staff asks what's wrong. I tell them everyone on the ride has died, but I haven't. They send me off to a doctor and a therapist. Since that day, I have never been on that ride. And I never will ever again.