This all happened years ago. At that time, I was in my early teens. My parents and I went on vacation to New York. That summer, we got an Airbnb somewhere in Manhattan, and we all had a lot of fun for the first couple of days. Then one night, we decided to visit Times Square. It was obviously a very popular spot for tourists. When we got there, it was already very crowded. It was hard for me to believe that so many people could be in one spot, and it made it difficult to navigate our way around. By that time, I was old enough to have a phone. Because of that, they didn’t really mind if I went around by myself, just as long as I gave them notice of where I was and made sure not to leave the area completely. So while my parents looked at stuff that I wasn’t really interested in, I strolled around and took a lot of photos of different things that caught my eye. During that night, there were all kinds of people around—tourists, locals, homeless people, cops, drunkies, druggies, performers. There were even people dressed up in costumes. There was everything that you would expect to see in Times Square. I saw a lot of interesting people, but there was one person in particular that caught my eye. It was someone dressed as Mickey Mouse. But there was something strange about this Mickey. The face of the costume looked off. It was honestly kind of creepy, which felt strange for a Mickey costume. He looked so strange that I couldn’t help but stare at the guy. And the more I stared at him, the creepier and weirder he looked. Then it got even eerier when I noticed that the guy was staring back at me—out of everyone else that was there. The whole situation was so weird and freaky. I just stood in my one spot, having a stare-off with Mickey Mouse. I was just about to turn around and look at something else when, out of nowhere, the Mickey Mouse started charging towards me. Then he started screaming and yelling in my face, “Pay me for taking a picture!” I tried to tell him that I hadn’t done anything, but he just kept yelling and accusing me of taking a photo of him. “That’ll be 20 bucks! Now pay up!” Now I started shitting bricks. The guy was a psycho. I tried to break free from his hands, but he wouldn’t let me go. He just kept telling me to pay him over and over again. After several seconds of struggling, I finally managed to break free and run off into the crowd. Everyone watched me in awe as I sprinted away from the maniac. I thought for sure that Mickey was going to chase after me, but as I looked back, he was just standing there, staring at me. I somehow found my parents a few meters away taking pictures of the skyscrapers, and I decided that I wouldn’t tell them about what happened. I didn’t want them to worry. So I just shook it off and pleaded with my parents to head home early. They were reluctant to go at first, but I managed to convince them, and my dad got us an Uber back to the Airbnb. I just decided to sweep the whole incident under the rug and act like it never happened. Later that night, when everyone was asleep, I tossed and turned in my bed. I was having trouble sleeping as I kept having nightmares about the Mickey Mouse. It was still the creepiest thing that I had ever seen. Every time that I was about to fall asleep, a picture of that creepy mask would flash in my mind and I would get startled awake. Then to make it all worse, I started hearing noises in my room. I tried to just ignore them and go to sleep, but I kept hearing them more and more. I assumed that they were only creaks and wanted to just sleep it off, but it was hard not to listen to them. Then the noises got even louder. I suddenly woke up in fear and jolted up in my bed. I was sure that there was something in my room. By that point, I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as I looked around to see what could be making all of the sounds. Then I saw something in the corner of my room, masked in the darkness. It looked like the same scary-ass Mickey Mouse standing there and staring at me like an utter creep. I was shitting bricks. I sat there in my bed, perfectly still in total silence and fear. I couldn’t understand how he had found me. I didn’t know if I was just seeing things or if the psycho had somehow broken into the Airbnb. Then, out of nowhere, the Mickey Mouse charged and grabbed me by the collar again. “Hey! Me! Now! You have to pay me for taking my picture!” I kept yelling and screaming as the Mickey began to shake me around and demand that I pay him. “Help! Mom! Dad! Help me!” The Mickey Mouse then pushed me away and ran out of my room and down the stairs. A few seconds later, my parents came rushing in and asked me what was wrong. I quickly explained what had happened, and my dad immediately called the cops. The Mickey was gone by the time they got there, but they found him a block down the street and arrested him. It was all over after that, but it was years before I stopped having nightmares about him. I’m still traumatized by Mickey Mouse to this day. I don’t think I’ll ever fully forget that night. This story was inspired by a creepy incident regarding a man dressed as Mickey Mouse that got arrested in Times Square for harassing a teen. The Mickey Mouse culprit had allegedly harassed the victim and his father for money for a photo they had never taken. The culprit’s name was never disclosed, but it has been mentioned that he had stalked the teen and was taken into custody after the outburst.
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