Tag to "One Good Scare Ought to Do It."
The darkness surrounded me. The ghosts appeared from nowhere, startling me. The eerie lights accentuated the possibilities behind every dark shadow. The higher Phineas pulled me, the more I thought about falling, and then every sudden stop of the roller coaster knocked the wind out of me. Every effect looked realistic and the creepy organ playing gave me a bad feeling in my stomach, making my heart rate increase.
But with Phineas' hand in mine, I could remember the day we'd watched some movie that had made my skin crawl. And when I had admitted being scared, he had taken my hand and promised he would never let anything bad happen.
It was just so hard to be scared next to him.