“Ok, watch Mickey Mouse while mummy cooks dinner,” Julie said, as she opened her laptop, and pushed play on the Mickey Mouse cartoon she had downloaded for free online.

She gave the laptop to her son, Dylan, as he got comfortable on the sofa. Julie then proceeded into the kitchen.

Dylan’s eyes were glued to the screen as the title came up…

House Of Mouse

It was a bright and sunny day. A blue house stood on a lush green hill–covered by an array of flowers in all different colours. The sound of birds singing in unison permeated the air. Squirrels danced in the trees, and the trees swayed left to right in rythum with the sweet angelic music.

The camera zoomed in on the house, revealing Mickey Mouse standing in front of it, waving…

“Hello, Dylan,” Mickey said.

Dylan was surprised to hear his name. He replied out loud…

“Hello, Mickey.”

Mickey smiled…

“Are you ready for some fun?”

Dylan replied again out loud…

“Yes!”

Mickey then began to gesture towards the house…

“Then join me inside.”

The scene cut to the living room, where Donald Duck was sitting on the sofa–slouched over with his eyes closed–used needles laid on the ground at his webbed feet. Mickey walked into the room and sat next to Donald–putting his arm around him.

“Heroin is one hell of a drug,” Mickey said.

Dylan was confused. He had so many questions going through his head like, What was heroin? And was that screaming he could hear in the background?

Mickey stood up, and looked directly at Dylan through the laptop screen…

“Shall we play a prank on Donald?”

Dylan replied…

“Yeah!”

Mickey reached into his pocket, and pulled out a knife…

“Watch this, Dylan!”

Mickey began to cut Donald’s eyelids off–laughing as he sliced them. When he was finished, his eyes were open in a permanent stare. He didn’t seem to feel any of it. Mickey then slapped him hard…

“Wake up cunt, it’s no fun when you don’t scream!”

Donald’s head flopped back and forth as Mickey shook him. He didn’t wake. Mickey then proceeded to stab Donald repeatedly. Until he dropped to the floor twitching.

Mickey was now covered in blood, and looking at Dylan with a deranged stare…

“Wasn’t that fun?”

Dylan was horrified. He wanted to call out to his mother. But couldn’t. Words would not escape his mouth.

The laptop screen flickered, and each time Mickey appeared, he was closer. Before Dylan could run to his mother, Mickey’s white gloved hand reached out from the screen grabbing him by the neck, and dragged him in before he could let out a scream.

Julie walked into the living room, and her heart sank when she found Dylan was missing. She called out for him, but got no reply. Her eyes found the laptop screen that was sitting on the sofa. Her eyes widened with shock…

On the screen was a little cartoon boy crying…

He looked just like Dylan!