Disneyland Scary Stories Novels & Stories

I intone, and she nods slowly. "Yeah, it happens in October for Halloween. You go to the theme park at night and ride roller coasters and drink beer, go through haunted houses. There are these actors that would jump out and scare you." I watch her with a smile as she enthusiastically explains that we got so drunk on beer we both threw up. "That was such a fun night." "It sounds like it," I reply and briefly wonder how this girl got me to do these things I would never dream of doing ever—riding roller coasters while drunk? Haunted houses? I would never be caught dead doing any of these things, so why did I do it with her?

Several sweet photos resulted, including a great one of Iryna and I each kissing one of Goofy's cheeks while he covered his mouth adorably with his hands. We did Space Mountain, of course, but I didn't care as much for that one, because I couldn't sit next to Iryna. We also did Pirates of the Caribbean and Splash Mountain, which Iryna had no frame of reference for, having never seen Song of the South. I also loved the Tower of Terror, 'cause it gave me a great excuse to hold on tight to Iryna.

“In that case, let’s hit The Emporium first. It has a variety of Disney souvenirs like toys, collectible pins, and Mickey-ear hats. We totally need Mickey-ear hats.” Once we each had a set and our backpacks were loaded with other purchases, all of which were way overpriced but totally worth the expression on Ember’s face, we headed deeper into the park. We spent the day exploring as much of the Magic Kingdom as we could. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was a Disney nerd, and she wasn’t afraid to show it. I loved every second, enjoying seeing her in her element as much as I did the iconic park. We explored foreign lands in Adventureland, which was themed to resemble the remote jungles of

“I’m so sorry, I’m prone to whiplash. It’s a terrible condition.” Okay. So. Bumper cars are out. We try the Haunted House next. Leonid’s already walking toward it. “I’d scream the whole way through,” Irene says, laughing softly. “You boys go ahead— oh, but I really shouldn’t be left alone right now . . .” Haunted House. Out. The spinning teacups. “I get so dizzy. I’d probably vomit on someone. How embarrassing.” Out.

“You okay?” I nodded, exhaling. “Yeah. Thanks.” He didn’t say anything else, but the way he lingered, the way his fingers brushed my arm before he pulled back was enough. At the amusement park, we tried everything. Logan convinced me to try a horror ride. Big mistake. Halfway through, I was clutching onto him, shrieking as animatronic monsters jumped out at us. He was laughing, thoroughly enjoying my suffering. “You’re evil,” I muttered as we stepped out, my legs still shaking.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

I instructed, my voice firm, before cutting the call. I couldn't help but think, Of all the tourist attractions in the whole country, she chooses to visit something that will likely scare her even more. Daisy's POV I had heard the news and read the stories about the Hall of Whispers. It wouldn't hurt to visit it for real, I thought. The Hall of Whispers was the subject of the only scary story I had ever read. But it was the shocking revelation at the end that had left a lasting impression - the author claimed it was real, and that he had visited the Hall himself. He had even mentioned its location: the Capital City.

Carl screamed excitedly before scampering around and going in circles. “Okay… Guardians of the Galaxy, here we come!” Carl gawked at the sight of the enormous drop tower which consists of many seats. He was a bit scared but he still made it through the ride. He enjoyed riding the coaster and made new friends as well. “Guess Where we're going next?” I asked and he stared at me anxiously, his wide cute eyes boring into mine. “Goofy's playhouse! You've always wanted to see it at Disneyland remember,” I reminded him and he nodded happily as more excitement bobbled within him.

We don’t know who she inherited it from. “Sweetheart, daddy Tristan will be coming soon.” I whispered to them. “Soon we’re leaving for Disneyland.” Skye and Sunny got up when they heard Disneyland. I almost ran and jumped towards Sunny, following her jumped on her bed. “Sweetheart, don’t jump too much. Maybe what will happen to you?” Sunny immediately stopped and lowered her both hands. A sad lengthening of her snout replaced the smile on her lips. “Mummy, I still can’t do the things I want to do at Disneyland?”

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.