Tower of Terror

 Tower of Terror

This is a story about, probably 2 to 3 years ago. I remember that it was a day that wasn’t too hot but not too cold either. My family and I went to Disney Sea. I was tremendously excited. Especially about riding the Tower of Terror. I actually do NOT remember why I wanted to ride it. Of course now I love rides that fall down, like the ride “Ston” (it’s actually Japanese) in Yomiuri Land. Anyways I just really, wanted to ride it.

    

 “Dad, can we ride Tower of Terror first?” I asked, probably for around the third time. (In real life all of the conversations were probably in Japanese)

Sounding a little annoyed my Dad answered, “Yes, you already asked me that question several times. Also aren’t you scared?” 

        “No, not at all,” I said proudly.

        “Fine, fine, it’s your choice,” my dad sighed.

My mom doesn't really like rides like roller coasters, or rides that go down really fast like the Tower of Terror, so she stayed behind, and waited by the benches. It was around a 2 hour wait but we still lined up. The thing was, I started to get more nervous as our turn got closer. I was glad that I had my Nintendo Switch with me so I played on it so that I didn't need to think about our turn getting closer, but the closer we got my palms started to sweat and my legs started to wiggle. My dad noticed and asked “Are you scared?” so without even thinking I answered “No!” a little too loudly that some of the people around us looked at us for a moment. I went back to playing on my switch trying to ignore the people who came out of the exit saying “Oh my gosh it was so SCARY!” or “I can’t believe that we thought we should ride this!” well that's what I felt like I was hearing, but the words that I actually heard were people coming out of the exit saying, “It was so FUN” and “I want to ride it again!”.

After a long time waiting, it was our turn. First we went into a dome shaped room with a projector on one of the walls.  It was a short story about how the Tower of Terror was made. I knew it was fake but I clinged on to my Dads arm. My dad didn’t really care about it and just gave a small peek at me but instantly looked back at the projector. I closed my eyes and gulped. Closing my eyes wasn’t enough since the actual story came out of the speaker and I felt like I should’ve covered my ears but I was too busy clinging on to my dad's arm. A few minutes passed and we were out and it was now time for the actual ride. Of course the ride starts at the top so we rode a safe, NON-haunted elevator to the top. Everybody sat in rows and put their seatbelts on. We also needed to hold on to handles so that it would be extra safe. 

 “Get me off this ride!” my dad joked. 

Normally I would giggle and answer “Of course you can’t!”, but this time I wasn’t able to say that. My brain was blank. I literally wasn’t able to think about anything.