Rather than get all serious and plan-y tonight, I thought I'd just share a memory. Last February when V and I ventured down to Orlando, we stayed one night for the Extra Magic Hours at Magic Kingdom. Basically walked onto the Haunted Mansion. When we got into the stretching room I think there were only two or three other groups of people in there so the cast member guiding us through could really examine each of us. Being me, I started mouthing along with the script because, let's face it, I've probably been on Haunted Mansion more times than is healthy.
Then the lights went out. Standard HM hijinks. What I wasn't expecting was our cast member standing two centimeters away from me when they came back on with a stone cold expression on his face. I let out a shriek that sounded like a six year old who had swallowed a chipmunk and jumped back about two feet. He barely reacted. Just grinned and whispered "You're welcome" before turning around and escorting us out to our Doom Buggies. Let's just say, he made the Haunted Mansion spooky again. I really got to see that ride like I did when I was 8. I knew nothing would hurt me, but something still got to me... made me a little uncomfortable in a good way.
I guess that's my favourite thing about Disney World. You can go as many times as possible but there's always something new to find or an experience that will really stay in your head. So thank you to that cast member (I really wish I had gotten your name!) and definitely check out the Haunted Mansion when the park is fairly empty. Lots of fun to be had.
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