I look up at The Tower of Terror a hollywood hotel
It has two elevator shafts in the front that seem to be un operational
black soot creeping out of the cracks and holes of burning pink elevator shafts.
This towering building once a red carpet famous hotel,
resides here stuck in time beside another dimension.
Did I forget to mention
this superstructure has been a permanent resident of The Twilight Zone
since lightning struck the hotel 50 years ago on this very day.
At least we didn’t have to pay for our stay
because this ride is a coffin made before a western duel,
and it’s got my name on it.

All this thinking made time fly as fast as a rocket going through a pocket of the atmosphere,
I had arrived at the door of the hotel
and through it looked antique but definitely a flash from the past,
partly torn and positively a portrayal of the past 1920’s hotels.
My grandpa, grandma, uncle Miles, aunt Kelly, my cousin Hannah and I walk into the room
we are led in by a hotel clerk, there's a t.v that probably doesn't work,
a lamp turned towards a photo within a dusty,
darkened wooden frame with a logo,
a worn cherry oak bookshelf that turns on itself
and a table with legs that look like pegs.
The creaky door that slowly closes and the lights that on the wall shows poses,
the t.v that looks as though it is not working now comes to life
with a picture of Rod Serling on the screen, lurking.

He says,
“You unlock this door with the key of imagination and with that comes another dimension. A dimension of sound. A dimension of sight. A dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into…The Twilight Zone. Hollywood, 1939. Amid the glitz and the glitter of a bustling, young movie town where within the trees are rustling. At the height of its golden age, The Hollywood Tower Hotel will show its own age; a beacon for the show business elite. Now, something is about to happen that will change all that. The time is now on an evening very much like the one we have just witnessed. Tonight’s story on The Twilight Zone is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. This, as you may recognize, is a maintenance service elevator still in operation, waiting for you. We invite you, if you dare, to step aboard because in tonight’s episode, you are the star. And this elevator travels directly to…The Twilight Zone.”
Then suddenly the t.v becomes static and we begin to panic.
It falls to rest in its grave like a bear in its cave.
A hidden door by the bookshelf parts in the middle of itself.
We walk through the door and there is more.
We cross into the hotels’ maintenance room where lines and binds of people loom.
An elevator awaits and a hotel clerk waits.
He guides us to our row of seats in the elevator where we meet.
Sitting down on the seats that tend to creak, the antique otis traction doorset shuts.
The elevator starts up and sputts letting out an electric screeching
“brrrmmm”
we started going up to the room.
The narrator starts talking again,
“You are the passengers on a most uncommon elevator about to ascend into your very own episode of… The Twilight Zone. One stormy night long ago, five people stepped through the door of an elevator and into a nightmare. That door is opening once again, and this time it’s opening for you.”
We come to a stop then a set of doors open in front of the elevator
and we start going forward through a room of mirrors and antique lights,
the voice of Rod Serling starts saying,
“You are the passengers on a most uncommon elevator about to take the strangest journey of your lives. Your destination, unknown, but this much is clear; a reservation has been made in your name for an extended stay. Wave goodbye to the real world, for you have just entered… The Twilight Zone. What happened here to dim the lights of Hollywood’s brightest showplace is about to unfold once again. You are about to discover what lies beyond the fifth dimension, beyond the deepest, darkest corner of the imagination… in the Tower of Terror.”

And I knew we had entered the Twilight Zone,
hopefully we don't get stuck here,
then my brain started talking it said,
“There has to be some kind of way we can get out and go back to reality”
but then I remembered, once in the Twilight Zone there’s no liberation.
The elevator dropped,
stopped then shot up to the top of the shaft then plummeted to the mid floor,
again shot back up three floors and dropped all the way to the bottom
then for the  last time we shot all the way up and dropped again.
The elevator came to a slow halt in front of a screen
with a black & white picture of an eyeball fading to a door fading again to a broken window with a hypnotic swirl in the background
then we went backwards into what seemed to be a storage area and the narrator started talking again,
“A warm welcome back to those of you who made it and a friendly word of warning; something you won’t find in any guidebook. The next time you check into a deserted hotel on the dark side of Hollywood, make sure you know just what kind of vacancy you’re filling. Or you may find yourself a permanent resident of… The Twilight Zone.”
The doors opened and another hotel clerk greeted us again
and let us off to the main lobby where we could look at the picture that was taken of us during the ride.

Looking back at this
I’ve realized how lucky I am not to be  a permanent resident of the Twilight Zone
and I’m pleased I could have that eerie lively experience at Disney in Florida with some of my family members.
If I could do it again right now or any time I would definitely do it,
because that was the most superlative experience I’ve had at Disney World and I'll never forget it.