DLUTI 034 - Abandoned by Disney

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Disney blamed the shallow waters which were too shallow for their ships to safely operate. And there is even blame cast on the workers saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they're too lazy to work at a regular schedule. That's where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn't because of sand. And obviously it wasn't because foreigners are lazy. Both are convenient excuses. Now. I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don't I buy the official story? Because of

Mowgli's palace. near the beach side city of the Emerald Island, North Carolina. Disney began construction of Mowgli's palace in the late 1990s. The concept was a jungle themed resort with a large you guessed it, Palace, right in the center of the whole damn thing. If you're unfamiliar with the character of Mobley then you might better remember the story, The Jungle Book. If you haven't seen it anywhere else, you know it is a Disney cartoon from decades past.

Mowgli is an abandoned child in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaneously threatened and pursued by other animals. Mowgli's Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high price land for the project. And there is actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local government claimed eminent domain on people's homes, then turned around and sold that property

busy. At one point, a home that just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation. The land grabbed by the government was supposedly for some fictional highway project, knowing full well what was going on. People started calling it Mickey Mouse highway. quite fitting if he asked me. Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney co actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative his project was going to be for

everybody. When they show the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace surrounded By jungle, they were staffed with men and women in loincloth and tribal gear. But safe to say that everyone flipped their shit. We're talking about a large Indian Palace, jungle and loincloth not only in the center of a relatively wealthy area, but also a somewhat xenophobic area of the southern USA. It was a questionable mix at that point

in history. One member of the crowd tried to storm the stage, but he was quickly subdued by security after he managed to break one of the presentation boards over his knee. Disney took that community and essentially broke it over its knee as well. The houses were raised, the land was cleared, and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do or say about local TV and newspapers were a guest resort from the very

beginning. But some insane connection between Disney's media holdings, and the local venues came right into play and their opinions turned on a dime. So anyway, Treasure Island, the Bahamas, Disney some those millions in and then split. The same thing happen with Mowgli's palace. Construction was complete, visitors actually stayed at the resort. The surrounding communities were flooded with traffic and the usual annoyances associated with an influx of lost and irate tourists. And it all just

stopped. Disney shut it down and nobody knew what the hell to think. But they were pretty happy about it. Disney's loss was pretty hilarious and wonderful to a larger group of folks who didn't want this place in the first place. I honestly didn't give the place another thought since hearing it closed over a decade ago. I live maybe four hours from Emerald island. So really I only heard the rumblings and didn't experience

any of the firsthand. Then I read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island Resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found their stuff just left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had just lost their jobs. Hell, the locals from all around probably had a hand in wrecking that place. People there felt just as angry about Treasure Island as folks here did about Mowgli's palace.

Plus, there were rumors that Disney had released their aquarium stock into the local waters when they closed, including sharks. Who wouldn't want to take a few swings at some merchandise after that? Well, what I'm getting at is that this post about Treasure Island got me thinking. Even though many years had passed since its closing, I figured it might be cool to do some urban exploration and Mowgli's Palace, takes photos read about my experience and probably see if there is anything I could take

home as a momento. I'm not going to say I wasted no time in getting there because honestly, it took me another year after I first found that Treasure Island article to get around to even going up to the Emerald Isle. Over the course of that year, I did a lot of research on the palace resort. Or rather, I tried to naturally no official Disney site or resource made any mention of the place that had

been scrubbed clean. Even after, however, was a nobody before myself had apparently thought to blog about the place or even post a photo. None of the local TV or newspaper sites had one word about the place, though that was to be expected since they had all swung disease way. They wouldn't be out there lauding their embarrassment. Recently, I learned that corporations can actually ask Google, for example, to remove links from search results, basically for no good reason.

Looking back, it's probably not that nobody spoke of the resort, but rather their words were made inaccessible. So in the end, I could barely find the place. All I had to go on was an old as hell map I've received in the mail back in the 90s. There was some promotional items sent out to the people who had recently been to Disney World. And I guess since I had been there in the late 80s. That was recent

enough. I didn't really intend to hang on to it just got shoved in with my books and comics from my childhood. I only remembered it months into my research. Even then it took me another few weeks to locate the storage and then my parents had shoved it all into but I did it. Locals were no help as most were transplants. We had moved to the beach in recent years, or older residents who just sneered at me and made rude gestures a second I managed to say where would I

find Mowgli's? The drive took me through an inordinately long corridor of overgrowth, tropical plants that are run rampant and overpopulated the area mixed with a native species of flora that actually belonged there and had tried to reclaim that land. I was in awe when I reached the front gates of the resort.

Tremendous monolithic wooden Gates, who supports the other side looked like they must be To cut out of Giant Sequoias the gate itself had been gouged in several places by woodpeckers, and eaten away at the basement burrowing insects. Hanging on the gate was a sheet of metal, some random scrap with hand painted letters scrawled in black. Abandoned by Disney, clearly the handiwork of some past local or an employee who wanted to make some small

protest. The gates were open enough to walk through, but not drive. So grabbed my digital camera and the map whose flip side showed a layout of the resort. I set off on foot. The inner grounds the place were just as overgrown as the entryway on tree stood unattended and ragged among piles of their own coconuts. banana plants similarly stood in their own stinking, bog riddled

refuse. There is a sort of clash between order and chaos is carefully planted rolls of perennial flowers mixed with obnoxious tall weeds and stinking blackened mushrooms. All that remained of any outdoor structures, broken, rotting wood and various charred bits of unidentifiable material. What was most likely an information booth or an outdoor bar was now simply a pile of a sort of debris chopped up by past vandalism and ravaged by

weather. The most interesting thing on the grounds was a statue of blue, the friendly bear from The Jungle Book, which stood in a sort of courtyard in front of the main building. He was frozen in a jovial wave toward no one staring into empty space with a silly toothy grin as Burchett covered whole swaths of his fur, and vines and snared his platform. I approached the main building of the palace only found the outside of the building covered in graffiti, where the original paint hadn't

peeled and chipped away yet. The front doors weren't just open. They've been taken off their hinges and were stolen. Above the front doors, or the gaping mall where they had been, someone had once again painted, abandoned by Disney. I wish I could tell you about all the awesome stuff I'd saw inside the palace. Forgotten statues, abandoned cash registers, a full fledged secret

society of homeless palms. But no. The inside of the building was so stark, so bear that I actually think people had stolen the molding off the walls. Anything that was too big steel counters, desks, giant fake trees. They're all resting amid this empty echo chamber that amplified every step like a slow rat tat tat of a machine gun. I check the floor plan and headed to all the locations that might seem in any way interesting. The kitchen was as you'd imagine, an industrial food prep area with

all the appliances in space. No expenses spared every glass surfaces broken. Every door knocked off its hinges. Every metal surface kicked and dented. The entire place smelled like variable piss. The huge freezer not even remotely cool now had row upon row of empty shell space. Hooks hung from the ceiling, probably for hanging cuts of meat. And as I stood inside for a moment, I noticed they were swinging. Each hook

swung in a random direction. But their movements were so slow and small that it was almost impossible to see. I figured it'd been caused by my footsteps. So I stopped one from swinging by clutching with my fist and carefully letting go. But within seconds, start swinging once more. The bathrooms are in much the same state as the rest of the place. Just like the Treasure Island Resort. Someone had methodically smashed each porcelain commode with coconuts and other

implements. There's about a half inch of rancid, stinking stagnant water on the floor. So I didn't stay there long. What's odd is that the toilets and the sinks and the birthdays and ladies room? Yeah, I went in there. All dripped leaked, or just ran free. It seemed to me that they should have shut the water off long ago. Long ago. There were plenty of rooms in the resort, but naturally I didn't have time to look through them all. The few I did peer

into were similarly wrecked. And I didn't expect to find anything there. I thought there was actually a television or radio in one room. As I really think I heard a quiet conversation coming out. Those like a whisper. Probably my own breath echoing in the silence. Or just another case of the sound of falling water playing tricks in the mind. This is what it sounded like to me. I didn't know Your father now I know I know. That sounds ridiculous. I'm just telling you

what I experienced. Why I thought there might have been something running around in that room, or worse, some vagrants would hold up in there and probably wouldn't knife me. At the front doors of the palace again, I figured I hadn't found anything of note and I'd wasted the trip up. As I looked out the door, I noticed something interesting in the courtyard that I had apparently missed. Something that would give me at least one thing to show off for my trouble. Even if it was just

one photograph. There is a lifelike statue of a Python, maybe 80 feet long, coiled up and sunning itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting so the light fell onto the object in the perfect way for the photograph. I approached the Python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again, to get the

detail of its face. Slowly, casually, the Python lifted its head looked directly into my eyes, turned slithered off the pedestal across the grass into the trees. All 80 feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot. Disney had released their exotic animals into the ground. Right there on my floor plan map was the reptile house. I should have known. I'd read about the sharks that treasure Isle, and I should

have known they done this. I was dumbfounded, just utterly stupefied. My mouth must been hanging open for the longest time before I came back down to earth and snap it shut. I blinked a few times and backed away from where the snake had bent back toward the palace. Even though it was totally gone, I still wasn't taking any chances and backed my way into the building. It took a few deep breaths and slaps my own face to get myself right in the head

again after that. I looked for a place to sit down as my legs were feeling a bit like jelly at this point. Of course, there was no place to sit down unless I want to recline in the broken glass and deadlift carpet or haul myself up onto a desk of questionably reliability. I had seen some stairs near the palaces lobby and decided to go have a seat there until I felt better. The staircase is far enough away from the front of the building to be relatively clean. Say for a startling

accumulation of dust. I pulled a wedge of metal off the wall once again painted with the abandoned by Disney motto I'd become so accustomed to the place the wedge on the stairs and sat on it to keep at least someone. The stairway led downward below ground level. Using my camera flash as a sort of improvised flashlight. I could see that the staircase ended in a metal mesh door with a padlock. A sign on the door. Real sign red mascots only thank you this perked up my spirits a little bit for two

reasons. One, a mascots only area I would have definitely had some interesting stuff back in the day to the padlock was still in place. Nobody had gone down there. Not the vandals, not the looters. Nobody. This was the one place I could actually explore and perhaps find something interesting to photograph or wantonly steal. I'd come to the palace essentially agreeing with myself that it was okay to take anything I wanted because, hey, abandoned. It didn't take much the bus a lot. Well, actually,

that's wrong. It didn't take much to bust the metal plate on the wall that the padlock was hooked to time and decay had done most of the work for me. And that was able to bend the metal plate enough to pull the screws out of the wall. Something nobody else had apparently thought of, or hadn't been able to do for that time. The mascots only area was a startling and very welcomed change from the rest of the

building I've seen. For one, every second or third fluorescent light overhead was illuminated, even though they flickered and faded randomly. Also, nothing had been stolen or broken. Even if age and exposure were definitely taking their toll. Tables had notepads and pens, there were clocks. Even a punch and clock on the wall completed with filled out time

cards. chairs were scattered all around and there was even a small break room with an old static filled television and long rotted out food and drink on the counters. It was like one of those post apocalyptic movies where everything is left in a state of evacuation. As I walked the maze like sub basement hallways of the mascots only area, the size just became more and more interesting. As I went further desks and tables were knocked

over. Papers scattered and almost melded with the damp floor, and a large carpet of mold was slowly overtaking the real rotting crimson floor covering. Everything was just

sort of squishy. Anything would disintegrated into mush when I applied even the least amount of force, and clothing items hanging on hooks in one of the rooms simply fell to the moist threads if I tried to hook them one thing that annoyed me was that the light was becoming more sparse and unreliable as I went further into the dank, suffocating depths of this place. Eventually, I reached a black and yellow strength of door with the words character prep one stencil by the door

wouldn't open it first. I figured this is probably where the castings were kept. And I definitely wanted a photograph of that twist. It's sticking this tries I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn't budge. That is, too I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there's this slight popping sound. The door creaked open slowly. Inside the room was completely dark. Pitch Black. I use the camera flash to look for a light switch in the wall by the door. But there's

nothing. As I made my search, I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by loud electrical buzz. rows of lights overhead suddenly flashed to life flickering and fading in and out like the rest I test. It took a second for my eyes to adjust and it seemed like the light was going to just keep getting brighter and brighter until all the bulbs exploded. But just when I thought it had reached that critical stage, the lights dimmed a bit instead. The room was exactly as I pictured it.

Various Disney costumes on the walls fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses. There's an entire rack of loincloth and native clothes on hangers towards the back. What I found out, and what I wanted to photograph right away, was a Mickey Mouse costume at the center of the room. Unlike the other costumes it was lying on its back in the center of the floor like a murder victim. The fur on the costume was rotten and shedding creating bare

patches. What was even hotter however, was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black gray should have been white and white worship and black is normal red overalls were like blue. The light was off putting enough that I actually put off photographing the thing to last. I took a picture of the costumes hanging on the walls, upward angles, downward angles, side shots to show an entire row of frozen putrid cartoon faces, some of

the plastic guys missing. Then I decided to stage a shot. Just one of the bed wrangled character heads on this slick granny floor. I reached for the head piece of a Donald Duck costume and carefully removed it so the thing wouldn't fall apart in my hands. As I looked into the face of the wide eyed moldering head, allowed clattering so maybe jump a

fright. I went down to my feet and there between my shoes was a human skull had fallen out of the mascots head and shattered into pieces that my feet won't get the empty face and lower jaw remained staring up at me. I dropped the duck head immediately and as you'd expect and moved for the door. As I stood in the doorway I look back to the school on the floor. I had to take a picture of it you know I had to for any number of reasons that may seem silly but only if you don't think it

through. I'd be proof of what happened especially if Disney was going to somehow make this go away. I had no doubt in my mind right from the start that even if it was just gross negligence, Disney was responsible for this. That's when Mickey the photo negative opposite Mickey in the middle of a room. Start to get up first sitting up climbing through its feet the Mickey Mouse costume or whoever was inside of it stood there in the

center of the room. It's fake face staring directly at me as I mumbled I'm no no no, no, no no no no. was shaking hands and finally thrashing heart and legs that once again it turned to jelly. Oh, I managed to lift the camera aimed at the opposite creature. Now, quietly sizing me up. The digital cameras string display it only dead pixels in the shape of the thing. It was a perfect silhouette of the Mickey

costume. As the camera moved in my unsteady hands, the dead pixels spread marring the screen wherever Mickey's outline moved to the camera died went blank and quiet and broken. I raised my eyes once again to the Mickey Mouse cast you want to see my started pull in its own head. Working it's clumsy glove clad fingers around its neck with clawing in patient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predators job as it worked his

digits into its neck. So much blood so much thick, chunky yellow blood. I turned away as I heard a sickening tearing of cloth and flesh only cared about getting away. above the doorway out of this room I saw the final message clawed in the metal with Boehner fingernails and never got the pictures out of the camera and never wrote the blog entry about it. After I ran from that place fled for my sanity if not my very life. I knew by Disney didn't want anyone to

know about this place. They didn't want anyone like me getting in and they certainly didn't want anything like that getting out

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