Panic on Tates Creek

Fear: Haunted trails, movies, or houses
Annoyance: Loud gum chewers, really loud eaters
Accomplishment: Governors School for the Arts
Confusion: People
Sorrow: Abused children
Dream: To learn parkour
Idiosyncrasies: I sleep with my fan on year round
Risk: The sling shot ride
Beloved Possessions: My Bunny (then), my fuzzy red with pink polka dot socks (now)
Problems: Perfection


I don't do scary things at all. I have done Terror on Tates Creek, both the house and the trail, and the Trail of Terror. I just can't physically make it through the entire thing. Last year my brother went with a bunch of his friends to Terror on Tates Creek, so I was like yea I can do this, false. I brought Kristen and Meg with me and we got tickets for both the trail and the house and decided to do the house first. Well we waited in line for over an hour maybe even two, but my mom had made it through the trail with my brother and I was already about to freak out so I made her get a ticket and come with us. Well I survived the house and by that point it was about midnight, so we decided to come back another night for the trail. First off I get really anxious about certain things and scary stuff is one of those. So Kristen and I went back for the trail with my brother and we get there right when they opened so there weren't many people there and I started doing the whole you can go ahead of us deal. Eventually we went in with another dad and his son, who probably wasn't older than ten. I started off pretty good until I turned around at one point and this dude was following me. I was about the lose my mind at that point because he was right behind me, so I tried to get in front of my brother to be in the middle but he and I tripped and fell because there was an incline that we didn't see, and the guy that was following us asked if we were okay and before I could even stand up I was in full blown tears and all I could manage to say was, "No you don't understand you have to get me out of here right now." My heart was racing and I could hardly breathe. The guy finally took his mask off and said if you walk through the next room there will be a lady with a walkie talkie that can get you out. I didn't want to walk through the next room but I did. The people still scared us, I mean seriously did you not just hear what happened, I understand wanting to scare people but this was a whole new level. So the lady walkie talkies for me to get out and my brother decided to stays with me and all I could do was think there was something that was going to jump out and scare me. The EMS, emergency medical staff, showed up to get me out and I'm still in tears and I asked if there was anything that was going to scare me. I made it back to the car and waited for Kristen who walked the rest of the way with the dad and son who probably think I'm mentally insane. I later learned I experienced what is known as a panic attack. I am never ever going back again because I didn't sleep for a month. I am very open about this because I could care less if people know, or what they think about it. I laugh about it, it's funny, but at the time it wasn't.