Personal Narrative-Mama's House Of Pain

He watched the woman disappear through the same side door Susan had used upon her arrival. There was another fifty feet or so before Jim reached the same spot across town. When he rushed past the picture window of the building, he completely ignored the worn out sign proclaiming: Mama’s House of Pain. Jim headed directly for the door the woman had stepped through seconds before. He turned the knob to find it unlocked and walked inside without hesitation. Jim followed in his wife’s footsteps without knowing he was doing so. He stepped into the same insane maze of Mama’s House of Pain and it coaxed him deep inside. It was simple to do so. The instant Jim heard the distant echo of a woman’s screams down the widest available hallway option he took off like a lab mouse chasing after a piece of cheese. Susan stuck in the forefront of his mind – further dulling his fight or flight instincts. There was always a way to draw any creature or any person inside. Unfortunately, as Susan was discovering in the same moment, Mama’s served as more of a funnel than a maze. Even if one continuously climbed to the highest point – feeling as though they were making progress the entire time – eventually, Mama’s sucked everything down into oblivion. He found himself standing in the same octagonal room as Susan previously had. …show more content…
For the first time since entering the town, Jim lost his bearings and forgot himself. He felt as though someone had whirled the room around like a giant spinning top. All the doors looked the same in every possible way. Jim closed his eyes and mashed his balled up fists against them to clear his head. Upon looking up, Jim noticed the door directly opposite him was wide open. He turned to find the door behind him closed. Did the room actually spin? That open door has to be the one I came through… it’s the only thing that makes sense! He advanced down the presented corridor in measured steps of caution. At the very end of the poorly lit hallway, he thought he recognized Susan. Whoever the woman was had her back turned away from him, but she held a similar figure. She was not wearing the same clothes as the person he had followed into the building, but that small fact was of minimal concern. I’ve found her! He called to her, “Susan!” The woman did not turn to face him, though. As he drew closer, he noticed she was hunched over to one side with her head cocked to one shoulder. She appeared to be clutching something to her chest very protectively. Is that… is that a baby? Did she find a baby in this hellhole? What is this place? He tried calling to her again when only ten paces remained between them. He did this much softer than before, “Susan?” Jim posed the name as a question this time, for the more distance he closed between the woman and himself, the eerier he felt about continuing. The air around him grew heavy and humid. His vision blurred for a moment before he realized how heavily his brow was sweating. He swiped his hand across his eyes and forehead to clear the remaining sweat away. If he turned back and later found out it had been Susan, it would be worse than suffering through the chokehold of the atmosphere. Onward, Jimmy boy! He referred to himself as his father often would during moments of childhood trepidation. It motivated him then and spurred him forward now. When he next spoke, his voice dropped to a midnight whisper, “Susan?” Then he froze – because for the first time since calling to the woman, she lifted her head as though listening. This gave Jim a burst of hope as well as quelling his preceding nerves. He tried again with more enthusiasm, “Susan!” His pace picked up as well so that he now stood in the doorway of the room. She was only three feet away. It was then his stomach dropped and he knew it was not his wife. The woman turned to present several horrifying surprises.