I shivered, looking at the tallest ride in Disney World. All of the days on going on extreme rides had led up to this. I just didn’t know if I was ready. “Oh God, why did I agree on going on this?” I asked. “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. You shouldn’t be scared.” I was reluctant, but I slowly creeped up to the gates
We walked into a hotel foyer that looked extremely old. There were huge thick cobwebs and spiderwebs on almost everything. I was scared to move my hands, afraid that I would touch one of them. We moved into a library, it was full of old books and bright lamps, then, out of nowhere, all of the lights cut out and a TV started to play. When it went dark I flipped, I jumped out of my skin and screamed.
Suddenly, a door opened, leading the way to a boiler room. The room was full of boilers and ovens. Lights were flickering inside them, creating the illusion of a fire burning. People entered old, rusty, creaky, industrial elevators. Most people were either happy or excited. They were crazy! Then, I thought If they’re excited, then I should be too. It can’t be that bad if people are happy.
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Sturdy, meant to stand rough conditions. This made me realize that something bad was about to happen. The elevator shot up into a room that presented us with the people that died in the crash as ghosts. I got the chills. We moved up again into a room full of pipes and windows. The narrator said that we had entered the “ The Twilight Zone” There were eyeballs, tracking our every movement. There was a clock with a spinning hand that never stopped