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. …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