So my friends and I celebrated Margaux Nielsen's 16th birthday at Disneyland! Yes, we endured the 6 hour car ride and walked two LONG hallways to get to our wonderfully ready-made suite. We were so excited we ran out of the hotel and rushed to California Adventures for he late afternoon. One of the first rides we enjoyed was the Tower of Terror. The ride is similar to Great America's Drop Zone, but has a scary and haunted twist to it.
We were unable to get fast passes to speed us through the line, so we eagerly waited for around 40 minutes. It was getting later and later and the sun was setting. My friends John, Cynthia, Margaux, Avni, and I had finally assembled ourselves into the giant room of many people to prepare us of the ride's theme.
When we finally came outside the door to the elevator ride, a staff person we encountered freaked us out. He was bald and quiet, but would come and stand behind me as if a statue. When I would turn around, I would meet his expressionless gaze. As we filed into the elevator, Cynthia tripped on the (totally) visible step up, which held up the whole line. I believe she is the reason many of the staff soon knew us.
The creeper man explained, "Please refrain from flash photography or video taking," as the doors were closing, "if you need anything....just scream." And the doors closed abruptly and the ride started. I wonder if staff like him enjoy their job of scary and freaking out tourists and other people on the ride. I believe it could be very fun! We remembered this man for the rest of the trip, searching for him every time we went on the Tower of Terror. He sure gave us an experience.
We were unable to get fast passes to speed us through the line, so we eagerly waited for around 40 minutes. It was getting later and later and the sun was setting. My friends John, Cynthia, Margaux, Avni, and I had finally assembled ourselves into the giant room of many people to prepare us of the ride's theme.
When we finally came outside the door to the elevator ride, a staff person we encountered freaked us out. He was bald and quiet, but would come and stand behind me as if a statue. When I would turn around, I would meet his expressionless gaze. As we filed into the elevator, Cynthia tripped on the (totally) visible step up, which held up the whole line. I believe she is the reason many of the staff soon knew us.
The creeper man explained, "Please refrain from flash photography or video taking," as the doors were closing, "if you need anything....just scream." And the doors closed abruptly and the ride started. I wonder if staff like him enjoy their job of scary and freaking out tourists and other people on the ride. I believe it could be very fun! We remembered this man for the rest of the trip, searching for him every time we went on the Tower of Terror. He sure gave us an experience.
It was more like an hour and 20 min lol
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