Without much thought, the obvious choice for the worst attraction in Walt Disney World is The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror in Disney’s Hollywood Studios. The words Tower and Terror should not be used in the same sentence or name in any Disney park, but here we are. I have felt its terror once and that is enough.
I had a lapse in judgment.
It was the last day with all our friends hanging out in the parks. I had refused to do it the whole time we were down there but decided that because it was the last day I would finally go on it. I succumbed to social pressure and it was the worst. The slow walk down Sunset Boulevard with The Tower of Terror looming in the background getting closer with every step. We finally get up to the queue and the wait was short enough(darn); here I choose to go past the point of no return and enter the queue with all my friends surrounding me. Sure, I had plenty of chances to escape, even a chicken exit at the end, but I couldn’t do it in front of everybody.
The best part of Tower of Terror is the queue. If you have the chance go through the queue, do it. The rooms you walk through are fantastic and pull you into the story of an abandoned hotel that has been long forgotten. Then the queue ends and you remember that you are walking to what could possibly be your doom. The elevators are visible now. I’m shaking slightly with sweaty palms and a nervous smile as I watch the groups in front of us get on the ride vehicle, some look unsure others absolutely giddy. My friends are all excited so, this can’t be bad.
Then the queue ends and you remember that you are walking to what could possibly be your doom. The elevators are visible now. I’m shaking slightly with sweaty palms and a nervous smile as I watch the groups in front of us get on the ride vehicle, some look unsure others absolutely giddy. My friends are all excited so, this can’t be bad.
The 10-year-old next to me looks nervous. Good, I’m not alone.
It’s our turn! Moment of truth! We all shuffle into the ride vehicle, I look down at the seat look over at the next seat. The only thing keeping you safe is a seat belt. We are going to fall out of the sky and all we have is a seat belt. Quiet panic sets in as I buckle myself in and tighten the straps as tight as they go. Meanwhile, my friend is loosening his so he can get “air time.”
I can still take the chicken exit, but what they don’t tell you is that in order to exit you have to get on an elevator that has no seat belts. What kind of trick is this? I really don’t trust that elevator, I’ll just stay here, I know my fate. The cast member gives his spiel, checks our seat belts and the doors close.
The Worst Attraction at WDW!
Elevators go up and down, not left right or front and back. The doors close on this one and it moves horizontally. Ok, the elevator isn’t attached to the elevator shaft this is even worse than I thought. Winding down this path seems to take forever, but not long enough because we are finally at the main event. The real elevator shaft.
It’s dark, you can feel the elevator pulling you up to the top levels of the hotel. I know what’s coming so I start to brace myself by grabbing hard on the bars on each side and then the worst happens. We reach the top and the nice people as Disney happily show you how high you are by opening the doors. Wow, you can see everything from up here!
Lift us back up a little ways, DROP!!!!!
Give us another view of the outside world.
Then we slowly get lowered back to safety. Fear like I have never experienced before just happened. I hear that little boy down the row from me crying, his parents laughing. Me too, I think to myself, me too. I slowly loosen my grip on the bars. It’s over. My friends are all laughing and I look like a ghost. Weak kneed I walk over to the Photopass counter with my friends to see the sheer terror on my face displayed for all to see. I’m glad it made everyone’s day.
You will never catch me on The Tower of Terror again!