My DD was about 8 or 9 and we were in line for Haunted Mansion. The doors open and they let us in, but my DD was busy looking at the scenery. As we were going into the stretch room I looked to grab her hand and she wasn't there. I started to scream for her, I stood at the door way and won't let them close the door. They kept telling me I had to move, I said I wasn't going anywhere until I found my daughter. There were about 6 of us still in the stretch room looking for her because it was packed. They finally closed the doors and I told them they had to open the front doors so I can look to see if she was still standing there. They wouldn't open the door, I had to go around the building to get out, squeeze back through the line to look for her.
When I spotted her, I saw the terror in her eyes, she was so scared.
Thankfully she just stood there when she realized she didn't see us.
She was looking at the cemetary and when the doors opened everyone pushed through and she got stuck behind.
You know I never let go of her hand the rest of our trip.
I was never so scared.