Note: Okay, though I feel a little guilty as a Disney fan, I must say that I have been waiting to type out this chapter. It's like the total turning point for this little tale. It's when all the fluff and innocence dissipates and in comes the transition to the darkness and horror.

Though, I will say this, there will be some humor; it will just be a little sarcastic and morbid.

Warning for this chapter: nudity, (but no explicit details), gore and violence

Chapter 6: The Body

Officer Mulan Fa was working an extra night shift down at Fantasia's Police Station. She was currently sitting in one of the office booths that had telephone lines connected all over the town. When someone nearby dialed "911", this was where they would get their answer.

Usually, Mulan was working side by side with her close friend and partner Mael Claude. The two of them were part of the homicide department and had done their share of cases over the years. However, tonight one of the officers who were supposed to be in the telephone booths was sick. Since nothing interesting had come up, Mulan offered to take the person's place. After all, if someone needed help, the deserved to be answered and aided right away.

But hey, even an officer like Mulan—who, like her partner, is a force to be reckoned with—can get bored sometimes.

The Chinese American young woman sighed as she propped her elbow up and cupped her face in her hand. Her dark eyes blinked listlessly at the black telephone that refused to ring. She bit her lip, mentally trying to will the phone to ring, to at least give her something to do. When silence answered her plea, Mulan moaned softly and closed her eyes, which were starting to feel heavy. She really wanted to go home and sleep, but her nobility had won over her laziness.

'Tis one of the many necessary sacrifices of a police officer.

Suddenly, just when Mulan was starting to feel like her night was going to be empty, it happened…

Ring…!

Stunned, her eyes snapped open, both getting wide.

Ri—!

Before the second ring could end, Mulan picked up the phone and put it to her mouth. When she opened her mouth to speak it was with a tone that was professional, but kind.

"Fantasia Police Station," she answered, waiting for the person to say what their problem was.

A young woman, who couldn't have been more than twenty years old, answered. Her voice was hoarse, but desperate and afraid. Though Mulan modestly considered herself to be brave, she had to admit that that voice on the other phone made her blood freeze with an ominous terror. Still, she listened as the voice croaked out:

"Please, you've gotta help me!"

—A few hours earlier—

Belle felt like her legs were on fire. She had been following Pinocchio's trail as best as she could for almost an hour since she had left the house. It was difficult though, not only because of the long distance to the forest, but also because there were moments where he went out of her sight, causing her to run after him.

Vaguely, she supposed that she should have just gone back home to Lady, and her comfy bed.

But then Belle was reminded of that ominous feeling again, the one that bubbled in the pit of her stomach. Though she really wanted to go home, she felt pulled to where Pinocchio was going. The feeling gave her a feeling of foreboding, of something bad about to happen.

Suddenly, as she entered the premise of the forest, Belle felt as if the air shifted somehow. When she finally caught sight of a flash of Pinocchio's face through the trees, Belle shook it off as it being the wind. She felt herself sigh with relief when she saw that he had stopped moving, and she walked slowly to a couple of feet where he was standing, in front of a tree. Before he could turn around and see her, she hid behind a tree, peeking out just a bit.

Pinocchio didn't show any sign that he saw her when he looked her way. Actually, his eyes looked dazed, almost misty. It was almost as if he was in a trance. He turned his head around and looked around, looking confused…and lost.

"Lampy?" he called out meekly. "Are you out there?"

The sounds of nocturnal animals cried out, making Pinocchio jump. He recoiled into himself, curling his hands around his heart, and quivered with fear. His glossy eyes went wide and got even wider as an owl's soft "who" was released. His small Adam's apple wobbled up and down, indicating his harsh swallow.

Belle bit her lip, feeling as if her heart was pierced with a needle. She suddenly got the idea that the poor boy had been ditched by his "friend". Poor Pinocchio.

"Lampy? Where are you?!" he cried out shakily. "I-I don't want to play anymore. Please come out…!"

It was then that Belle couldn't take it anymore. She stepped out of her hiding place and directed her flashlight at the little boy. The boy didn't react to the light; he just kept looking around, and looking scared as the prospect of him being alone seemed sink in. His lack of a reaction didn't register in Belle's mind though.

"Pinocchio," she called. "It's okay, I'm here. We can go home now."

Belle waited, still showing her light on the boy. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the child's silence, and then realized.

Pinocchio didn't even hear her.

She swallowed hard, getting that feeling again.

"Pinocchio, c'mon! Let's go home, kid."

Still, there was no answer from the child. It was like Belle was invisible, like she wasn't even there, at least in Pinocchio's mind. The little boy, not knowing of her presence, just quivered fearfully as he glanced all around the forest. His eyes started to shine with moisture as he sniffed.

"I'm alone," he whimpered to himself as he hugged his body. "I want to go home."

The sight broke Belle's heart, though she felt an underlying frustration. She tightened her grip on her flashlight as her eyes didn't move away from the little boy's form.

Why was he ignoring her?

"Pinocchio, come back, come on," she stammered. Belle bit her lip and reached her hand out to touch his shoulder…

…Only to have her hand go straight through his body!

Her breath hitched as the realization dawned on her, and she almost stumbled in her shock. Belle retracted her hand, taking a good, close look at it. She clenched it a few times and then turned it around so she could inspect all of its sides. Her hand was the same color it always was, and it felt solid, at least to her. As far as Belle was concerned, there was nothing wrong with it.

So, why…?

Belle was brought out from her musings when she heard a tree branch snap close by. She heard Pinocchio gasp beside her and she turned to look down at him. He gulped and tentatively walked in the direction of the sound, still not noticing Belle's presence. Belle watched him, stunned and confused. She felt she had to do something, but what was it?

Follow him, a female voice commanded. It sounded soft and motherly, yet very persuasive to Belle. Follow him, Belle.

For reasons she was sure she wouldn't ever know, Belle followed Pinocchio as they traveled further into the forest. She kept herself close to him as he moved branches out of his way and made his feet quietly crunch against the dirt. As they both walked down what felt like a steep hill, Belle could hear distant footsteps at the bottom. Apparently, so could Pinocchio.

"Lampy?" he said softly, seemingly afraid to call out. "Somebody…?"

Though she knew that he wouldn't hear her, Belle spoke to Pinocchio anyway, as a way to comfort herself.

"Maybe we should turn back, huh, Pinocchio," she offered in the one-sided conversation. "Something bad could happen…" No, she mentally corrected. Something bad isgoing to happen.

Unsurprisingly, the boy ignored her and walked ahead of her.

Belle swallowed nervously, awkwardly ruffling her hand through her brown hair. As she followed Pinocchio, the two of them got closer to the source of the footsteps, and Belle didn't know whether to feel good about that, or not. The feeling came back, becoming so strong that it increased her heart rate and made her breath come out in shallow exhales.

Finally, the two of them reached the bottom of the hill, which gave way to a straight, dirt road. From where they were standing, both Pinocchio and Belle heard grunts and soft murmurs that went along with the footsteps. Belle listened more closely, picking up an extra, but faint sound that went with the person presumably making the noise.

Drag…

The person was dragging something…

Her eyes widened and her throat suddenly became dry.

…And that something sounded so heavy…

Pinocchio, on the other hand, looked oblivious to the extra sound. He instead walked further towards the source of the sound, making Belle's heart jump. She wanted to cry out, to tell him not to go there. She didn't know why, but she knew that whatever Pinocchio was getting close to would not be good. But she knew by now that talking to him would be useless, so Belle reserved herself to suck it up and just follow him.

Pinocchio swallowed. "I-i-is someone there?" he called weakly.

Suddenly the noises stopped, indicating to Belle that the person stopped all movement. She almost felt relieved, thinking that Pinocchio would be deterred and just turn around.

Maybe her feeling was wrong.

But, against all of Belle's inner wishes, Pinocchio wasn't deterred by the silence. In fact, he silently walked over to a row of bushes that grew on top of a deadfall that overlooked another piece of forest. He ducked behind the bushes, crouching into a fetal position. Belle could tell that he was being silent as he tried to peek through the green leaves to look at the person. Since she didn't feel following the action was necessary, Belle kept herself standing upright so she could look over at what lay beyond the deadfall.

The first thing she noticed was the huge cave. It was tall and wide, with eroded rocks all over the place. It looked like it had been carved to look like a skull, but Belle knew that it was only like that because of its rock structure that made it look like a skull head. Yet she did admit that it looked like something dark and supernatural, especially with the white moonlight refracting from it, making it seem to glow.

Then Belle noticed the man. He stood crouched over, in front of the mouth of the cave. He was dressed in dark clothes and his face hidden by the shadow, so Belle wasn't able to get the details of his face. The shadowy image of his head had picked up though, as the shadow of a body paused in its movement. He was standing there, listening for Pinocchio, who was watching the man with a sickly looking pallor. When he didn't hear anything, he bent over and picked up something that was also hidden by the shadows. It was smaller and thinner than the man, almost resembling a…

A child!

Belle shook her head, not liking where her thoughts were going. As she nervously gnawed her bottom lip, she briefly watched as the man put the smaller shadow over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and then, with one last glance around the forest, he walked inside the cave.

Belle let out a low moan as questions raced through her mind. Who was that man? Where were she and Pinocchio? What was that…other shadow? Why couldn't Pinocchio see or hear her?

What's going to happen now?

With that thought, she cast a glance at Pinocchio and jumped up in shock.

His skin had gone as pale as death. The boy was shaking as if it were winter. He had his knees pinned against his chest by his arms, which were wrapped around them. His blue eyes were as wide as saucers, and releasing a few teardrops. As he sniffled, he started muttering something so softly that Belle had to crouch down to his level to hear what he was saying.

"Monstro, it's Monstro. He's real, he is actually real," his voice quaked.

There it was again, "Monstro". Belle narrowed her eyes as she tried to think of what Monstro could be. Was it some horror story children told to each other to create some scares? An imaginary monster created from folktales of a town?

Or something worse…?

"…and he has Alice… He has Alice."

Belle blinked when Pinocchio added something to himself. Oddly enough, though he looked scared, he also looked angry, upset even. Alice? …Who is she?

Suddenly she thought of that smaller shadow…

Belle stared down at him as he slowly, and shakily stood up, clenching his fists at his sides. She gulped harshly, wondering what he was going to do, since he seemed to be thinking about it also. He still looked terrified, but there was a fire in his eyes. One that was fed off the usual naïveté of a child, when the kid thinks that he or she could do anything if he or she tried.

Belle suddenly felt panic bubble in her chest as Pinocchio spread the bushes apart, which evolved into an icy fear as the boy tentatively climbed down the deadfall and head towards the cave in a run.

"NO!" she shouted at the boy before she could stop herself. She scrambled to stand up and she ran after Pinocchio. "Pinocchio, don't!" she screamed as she saw him go inside.

By the time she was at the entrance, Belle paused, suddenly feeling afraid. She didn't have her flashlight anymore; she had dropped it on the way to the cave. She could go back and get it, but something might happen to Pinocchio by the time she got back. That and she was just plain terrified. Belle wasn't an expert at fighting, and she didn't have any weapons to depend on, unless a heavy rock counted. She was just one woman, and the man inside the cave looked strong, making her feel vulnerable.

But when Belle saw Pinocchio turn into a blur in the darkness, she reluctantly forced her legs to move right after him. She ran until she saw his shadowy figure in the dim cave, which was lit slightly by moonlight that leaked in through some cracks in the rock. And the fact that he was talking, calling out softly, helped out when Belle thought she lost him.

"Alice?" he would call softly. "Alice, it's me, Pinocchio!"

Occasionally, the path of the cave consisted of some right and left turns, and probably even some traveling around in circles. The tunnels they traveled in were dark; practically pitch black, which just made either of the two of them paranoid of anyone sneaking up on them. Fortunately, the only sounds were the sounds of Pinocchio's footsteps and her own, along with the sound of water dripping from the stalagmites on the cave ceiling.

Belle did get lost a few times, but she would quickly get back on Pinocchio's track when she heard his voice echoing within the cave. It continued on this way for a long time. Since Belle couldn't look at her watch, she wasn't able to tell what the time really was, but if she had to guesstimate, both she and Pinocchio had been walking for about an hour an a half, at the most. It was probably more, though.

Finally, about the time Belle started feeling her head hurt and her body nearly collapse, Pinocchio stopped, causing her to stop also. She tried to focus her eyesight in the cave and saw that they were in what looked like a cul-de-sac within the cave. It was a smooth, rocky land that was surrounded by the tunnels of the cave. Belle saw that there was a hole in the top of this part of the cave, one where the moonlight would leak in, stronger than it had in other parts of the cave. Right now, though, it seemed as if the moon was being hidden by a moving cloud that blocked the full power of its light, making the room in the cave dim.

He gasped slightly and ran ahead, going for what looked like a shadow sitting on a rock. Pinocchio grasped what looked like the shadow's hand and shook it, as if to shake the person awake.

"Alice, are you okay? It's me, Pinocchio," he said gently, his voice choking on suppressed tears of fear and happiness. When not getting a response, he shook the shadow's arm, his anxiousness showing. "Alice, come on. Get up!"

As he added his last sentence, the moon came out from behind the cloud, revealing the shadow completely, to both Belle and Pinocchio's eyes…

"Everything is going to be okay, n—"

He cut his sentence off with a gasp. He abruptly dropped the hand of his friend (at least Belle assumed the girl was his friend), fell to his knees and crawled some ways away from the horrifying sight, covering his hand with his mouth as he let out a muffled scream.

Pinocchio's eyes widened as they took in the sight on the slab of rock, and they flooded with tears that streamed down his cheeks like two rivers. As he shook with muffled sobs, Pinocchio got into a crouch and buried his head between his knees.

Meanwhile Belle froze in her place by the tunnel they had walked through, her mouth agape as nausea rose in her throat. She turned her head away from the sight revealed by the moonlight, but it was burned into her eyelids, making her retch a few times. Suddenly feeling faint, she leaned on the edge of the tunnel entrance, trying to keep her balance.

When she felt she was under control, Belle cast another glance at the slab and felt tears flood her vision as her body slid down. Then she turned away, shutting her eyes.

Because on that rock, laid a little girl who had been put on her back. She had long blond hair that looked dirty and unruly. Her once beautiful face, now pale and damaged, was facing the ceiling, her sky blue eyes open, but glassy and unseeing. Her arms hung on either side of the rock.

And right at the center of her body, nude and riddled with yellow and purple bruises, were deep, bloody gashes and slashes all around her diaphragm. Someone had slashed the child with something sharp, but they made sure to use the weapon in a way that it wouldn't have killed Alice right away. The person had made a big, red "X" that ranged from Alice's shoulders all the way to her small hips. Then they had made diagonal, horizontal and vertical slashes around the rest of her body, her chest, her hips, her legs and arms.

A sudden thought struck Belle as she recalled the little girl's body.

Perhaps those faint drops she had heard in the tunnel weren't all water from the stalagmites.

Perhaps some of them were drops of Alice's blood…

For wasn't there still blood dripping from one of Alice's arms, where there were horizontal cuts near her elbow…?

Drip…

…Or was it just Belle's imagination…?

Drop…

Belle put her hands over her ears, trying to block out the sounds of dripping (drip, drop), whether it was a figment of her imagination or not. She curled her body into a fetal position and buried her face between her knees, rocking back and forth.

This is just a nightmare.

It isn't real.

Not real.

NOT real!

Belle was so caught up that she didn't really register the shadow of what looked like a huge man (or monster?) walking through her in a silent stride, heading towards a frozen and stunned Pinocchio. That is, she didn't notice until…

"AAAGH!!!!"

She opened her eyes and removed her hands from her ears when she heard a scream from the little boy. She turned her head to see some shadowy, unrecognizable man who had his hands grasping Pinocchio's hair and pulling it harshly.

Belle stayed in a frozen shock until the man banged Pinocchio's head on the stone floor, again and again, until blood started leaking from his head. And when the boy screamed and cried out in pain, it just seemed to make the man more vigorous in his abuse.

She growled, feeling a sudden fury burst from her. She stood up and ran to tackle the man to the ground.

"Stay away from him, you son of a bitch!" she screeched as she neared him.

Right when her body should have hit the man's gut and toss him to the ground…

Belle phased right through his body, landing on the wall on the other side, hitting her head on a rock. She felt her head go light as she fell to her side, feeling all mobility leave her body. Black started to flood her vision…

But before she was completely out, Belle caught the faint vision of Pinocchio getting dragged by his feet down a tunnel. He was bleeding profusely from his nose and from the top of his head, where his hair had been pulled so viciously. He continued to scream and plead, tears streaming down his face as he tried to get some ground by clinging to the ground by his nails, which were dragged across the floor as he was.

"NO! PLEASE, LET ME GO! PLEASE!!!... SOMEONE, HELP ME! LAMPWICK, HELP ME!...FATHER!!!"

His pleading face was the last thing Belle saw before blackness took over her entire vision.

When Belle woke up, she didn't remember anything. She just felt her head hurting and nausea rising in her throat. She swallowed harshly to keep the bile down and slowly sat up. She immediately groaned, grasping her head in pain. She felt like her brain had been run over by a truck ten—no, twenty times.

Dear God, what did I do last night? Belle recalled her drinking some Shirley Temples. But I didn't have that many, not enough to cause this.

When her hands felt rock instead of the softness of her bed, Belle took a look around where she was. It looked like she was inside some kind of cave.

How did I end up here?!

Suddenly her memory came back to her.

Following Pinocchio into the forest…

Him not noticing her at all…

The two of them getting lost…

The cave…

The man…

And the girl's corpse…

His face…

"…HELP ME…!"

Despite her pain, Belle jumped to her feet, her expression desperate. She looked at each tunnel entrance worriedly, trying to remember which way Pinocchio was dragged into. When she couldn't remember, she cupped her hands around her mouth and parted her lips.

"Pinocchio!"

Her cry echoed off the walls of the cave, reverberating like a tuning fork.

Yet she didn't get an answer.

Fear clawed at her chest, making Belle start shaking. She cupped her hands over her mouth again to scream out once more.

"PINOCCHIO!"

Belle strained her ears more, trying to hear a response.

There was none…

Her spirits dampened with her guilt and then lightened slightly when a faint sound came to her ears.

Is that…water?

As in a river?

The sound came from one of the tunnels on the far side of the cave room. Belle leaned her head inside the entrance and heard rushing water ahead. She felt elated suddenly.

Maybe Pinocchio would be there, safe and sound.

The cynical part of her mind protested this false hope, but Belle followed the naïve side of her and proceeded to walk down the tunnel. After all, it wouldn't hurt to at least try. It was dark, clammy and slippery. She was lucky that she had held on to the wall (clammy as it was), otherwise she would have fallen by now.

As she descended, she kept up with her searching calls for the boy she had met hours prior to this. She swore to herself that the boy was no illusion and that everything that had happened really did happen. It was no dream, or nightmare.

Yet, Belle had some underlying doubts about that.

When she had traveled with Pinocchio, the air had shifted, suddenly feeling strange. It wasn't like it was hard to breathe…it just felt different.

Right now, it didn't feel that same way. It felt as normal as it had felt previously, before the air had shifted around her and Pinocchio. Belle felt a slight nervousness at this revelation, but she pushed it aside, once again thinking it was just either the hot, sour air, or her silly, vivid imagination playing tricks on her.

Finally, Belle got to a landing and she looked around. The moonlight seeping in was small, but it was enough for her to see. She was suddenly in another part of the cave, a reservoir of some kind. She was standing on the edges of some kind of rocky pool that was full of water that flowed inside from a small waterfall over the bowl.

Belle looked at the water warily wondering how deep it was, yet at the same time, not desiring to find out. She glanced over the pool and saw another tunnel entrance about ten feet away from where she stood. All she had to do was walk the ledge to get there.

So, Belle clung her body to the stone wall and slowly dragged her feet all the way there, doing her best to concentrate on her door to either freedom, or finding Pinocchio, and not on what was floating in the water.

…

…

Wait a minute…

What was floating in the water?!

Shakily, Belle turned her head to look down at the water in the pool. She narrowed her eyes, seeing some kind of shadow of something floating on the surface of the water. When she had a good look of the thing, Belle's eyes widened and she gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth to keep herself from vomiting.

It was a boy.

No, not the boy she was looking for. Pinocchio was smaller, younger. This boy, who was floating in the water, was taller and older. He was floating on his front, not revealing his face to Belle. He had a crop of red hair that floated around his head like a halo. His entire body, which was nude, had strange incisions that cut into the skin, caused by some wire, if Belle thought correctly. On his neck, at the base, was a gaping hole that had had been stabbed by something…

A hook…?

The water had some red diluted in it, but not that much, since corpses didn't bleed.

But that wasn't what filled Belle with horror.

It was the huge red "X" that had been carved on the boy's back. Each slash went down from a shoulder blade all the way down to the boy's hips.

Just like the mark that was on that little girl!

Belle felt herself slide down the wall until she was sitting on the ledge of the pool, with her legs spread out in front of her. Her eyes were wide, filling with tears as she kept her mouth covered. Her heart beat quickened and her breathing became labored.

That little girl…that poor girl…

And now this boy…

"Children murders…"

"They were kept in darkness…"

"…HELP ME…!"

"…Monstro…"

It was too much.

…All too much…!

Suddenly, someone in the cave was screaming. It was loud, screechy and terrified. It bounced off the cave walls, echoing and ringing in Belle's ears. She put her hands over her ears to block the scream, but she could still hear it. The unknown screamer continued until Belle realized how much her throat felt raw and sore. It was then she realized.

She was the one screaming.

And she continued to scream until she felt tears stream down her cheeks. Belle's voice must have worn itself out, giving way from screams to soft sobs.

She suddenly didn't want to be in Fantasia anymore.

No book was worth this. Belle might as well take Lady, hop on the nearest train home and stay with her original genre and become the next Linda Howard, or Nora Roberts—hell, even Stephanie Meyer!

Belle continued to lament, both mentally and physically until she just felt tired. She took deep, slow breaths and got her breathing under control. She slowly stood up and forced herself to move to the tunnel door, trying her best not to look at the child corpse floating in the water. She almost did, but swallowed up her terror and just walked on by.

As she walked through the tunnel, Belle gave up on finding Pinocchio. She solemnly had a strong feeling that the poor boy had met the same fate as the other one. And she didn't want to go on throughout the caves searching for another corpse. Belle had seen one too many child corpses that night.

Still, that didn't mean that she was going to allow the murderous bastard get away with it. She just wasn't going to handle it personally. This was something for the police.

So, when Belle found herself at the cave entrance, she fished her jean pockets for her cell phone. She briefly felt a little surprised that she had forgotten it was there all this time, but she shook it off and just flipped it open.

As she stepped out of that hell of a cave and into the clearing in front of it, Belle dialed "911" and waited.

"Fantasia Police Station," a woman answered. She sounded tired, but kind all the same.

Belle didn't want to sound as scared as she felt, but her voice, though hoarse came out that way.

"Please, you've gotta help me!"

"Okay, Miss," the woman replied softly. "I need you to tell me your name, where you are and what happened to you, all right? Can you do that?"

"Yes." Belle suddenly felt tears break free from her eyes again and she choked. She swallowed harshly and began, trying not to break down again.

"My name is Belle. I am in front of this strange cave in Fantasia's forest," Belle paused, sniffled, and then continued. "I was going through the forest with this little boy and we came to this cave, following some man that had a…body with him. The two of us went inside the cave and found the body. It was a little girl with blond hair by the name of Alice, according to the boy with me. That was what he called her.

"Anyway, after we discovered the body, we were assaulted by the man. I was knocked out, while the boy was taken. He wasn't there when I woke up. I traveled the caves to look for him until I saw another corpse—this time of a different boy. He was older than the one I was with, he must have been ten, maybe thirteen—I dunno. The point is that he's still there, in that cave. I could even show you where. I think the little boy I was with is there too.

"Please, I'm scared," Belle finished, choking. "I just want to go home."

The woman on the line said softly, comfortingly, "I know. I understand perfectly, Belle. Just tell me which cave you are near and we'll send two officers to get you."

She sniffed. "I—I don't know what the name of the cave is."

"Can you describe it to me?"

"It's shaped like a…a skull."

There was a pause on the other side of the phone. And then…

"…I see, you're in Skull*." Belle noted how solemn the woman sounded. "I'll send two officers to come get you, Belle, but you have to stay where you are and stay calm."

Feeling elated, Belle was about to thank the woman, but then she heard faint footsteps…

…coming from right behind her…!

"Belle?"

"Miss," Belle quaked meekly. "Would you mind hurrying, please?"

"No…. Why? Is there something wrong?"

As the footsteps crept up closer, Belle lowered her voice to a whisper.

"I think that man is still here."

That was the last thing Belle said before she felt something hard hit the back of her head. Then her world became dark again.

Note: Whoo! Thirteen pages! I think that's a record for this story.

*Anyway, you know that Winnie the Pooh movie, "The Search for Christopher Robin"? Picture the cave from that movie, only it really is as long and scary as Pooh and his friends thought. This was not Belle's imagination.