Mickey mouse’s clubhouse has been a favourite of mine and my brothers for a while now. The pure innocence of mickey and his pals filled us with a deep sense of love and compassion, but before I knew it, the purity and kindness of mickey mouse’s clubhouse was utterly destroyed, and it all began on September 11th, 2001.
Me and my brother were at a friends house, he was a good kid, but he looked different today. I wondered why his eyes looked ‘hyper-realistic’ and bloodshot, but we perhaps thought it was his lack of sleep due to heavy drug use. Later that same day, our friend asked us if we wanted to watch some ‘mickey mouse’s clubhouse’. We immediately agreed, but to our surprise, it was in the form of a VHS video tape, and on the front it read ‘mickey mouse’s slaughterhouse’. Our friend put in the tape, and within an instant, my friend convulsed, and grew a hyper-realistic pair of mouse ears, while simultaneously, blood drooled out of his mouth and eyes, he then said something, which I will never forget “Well golly folks, i’m hoping’ to see ya real soon" . He said this in a voice so similar to mickey, that I felt like weeping. All of a sudden i was transported into a dark, cold building, where the screams of innocents filled the halls.
“W...where am i?” I screamed.
The door opened. 1 footstep, 2 footstep…… it was Mickey. He was carrying something over his shoulder, i looked closer to see what it was, and I wished I hadn’t. It was my brother’s mangled torn body, with Donald duck’s head crudely sewn on the top. I begged for Mickey to put an end to my life, there and then, he replied in a cold voice “Well gosh, we don’t want to get to the fun yet do we?”
I don’t recall how long i was out for, I woke up, begging to god that it was a dream, but as I looked up I saw the hyper-realistic eyes of Mickey, and immediately knew that I was still in Mickey’s hell. I was tied down, naked, with bruises running along my body. I closed my eyes and prayed, prayed to any god and every god, that this satanic demon be put back in hell, but my prayers were not answered and the loud mechanical whirring of a chainsaw began.
He went for my genitals first, I squirmed and kicked but it was no use, my bratwurst sausage was flapping about on the floor, like a fish gasping for oxygen. By this point I was losing conscienceness, but Mickey quickly re-awoke me with a chainsaw to the leg, it was like no pain I had ever had, he swiftly moved on and removed all of my limbs, he then left me to bleed out, covered in my own urine and excrement. I lay thinking of my family, my brother, my little Mickey plush doll I then began to weep uncontrollably. This was not even a dignified way to die, but I was at least glad that the pain was nearly over. I knew this was the end, the end of me, my brother, and our subscription to the ‘Mickey mouse’s clubhouse fan club’.