I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was there was a VR360 headset. It sat on the table with a handwritten note. ”Put me on – if you dare”.
It is just like my mates to play a prank on me, and I thought to myself, ‘challenge accepted.’
As soon as the headset was on I pressed play. In front of me, behind me and one hundred feet down was a drop I couldn’t fathom. I could even imagine the wind making the track shake.
Thinking they would be watching my reaction, I turned around and gave the thumbs up. My stomach crashed into a downward slope, but I convinced myself it wasn’t real. I would quash their laughter flat and would be the proud owner of my mate’s motorbike.
I look around, and it is like I am hovering in mid air. The rail rattles again. It is then I sit down, it just feels too real to take a chance. The signals in my brain are squashed muddled. The carriage lurches forward like my stomach when I have eaten a whole chilli.
Is that the wind I can hear around me? The carriage slips. One, two, three – I don’t even know why I’m counting. I tilt over the edge, and all I see now is that hundred feet drop. The room dissolves. As I grip on to the edge of the chair, it hurtles down the track. Down so far into the ground I can almost pick up candy floss, so high up a passing seagull nearly hits me in the face.
Is that me screaming – I don’t even care. I just want this ride to end, but it twists and turns into knots. It is when I see the final drop, triple the size of the first, I get ready to face the end.
The last thing I hear is my own heart beating and the the laughter of my mate as he finally lifts the headset off.