Personal Narrative

I had a pretty typical life before it happened. I lived with my father and my 7-year old brother in the suburbs. The only interesting thing that has happened to me was my mother’s disappearance. It happened a few years ago, we all just woke up one day and she was gone without a trace. Nobody, not even the police, could figure out what had happened. It was a strange coincidence, because the same thing had happened to my grandmother as well. I had an idea of where she went, though. It all started when my class was going on a field trip. That eventually lead to my getting lost in a creepy abandoned mill in an attempt to retrieve my grandmother’s silver heirloom locket. I then had a meeting with a rather terrifying and unpleasant giant …show more content…
I learned that his name was Damien. I don’t remember much else about him. Eventually we finally came to a dead end. “We have to go down into the trap door from here, are you sure you still want to do this?” he asked. I figured that there was no going back now, it was do or die. “Yes, I’m sure.” I said, my confidence unwavering.
“Let’s go then.” He said as he was opening a hatch in the floor, pulling up a corn that I hadn’t noticed before. The rotten wood peeled away from the floor, revealing a dark hole. I couldn’t have guessed how deep it was, but there was a single, narrow, stone staircase that looked as if it’s going to crumble under my feet leading down. Damien went first, and after beckoning to me, I reluctantly started down the surprisingly sturdy staircase as well. After a few minutes of walking, the darkness didn’t really bother me. I knew that there were walls on either side of me made out of some kind of concrete. It was a little scary, and I was really hoping that I’d get out of there …show more content…
I then reluctantly took a step out. Immediately, it felt as if the temperature had dropped drastically. As Damien stepped through and closed the door, I finally looked around. This place was very…..different. I remember it in my mind as if it were just yesterday. It was as if we had stepped onto the sidewalk of a normal bustling city, except everything was different. The sky was black with gray clouds, all of the towering buildings were either black or a shade of gray. Everything, including the people’s skin and hair, were gray or black. Somehow, even with no sun, there was light. I took a closer look at the people moving around me. They were all gray even their skin. They were all wearing the same clothes as well. After examining their clothing, I looked up at their faces. It was very peculiar, for they all had the same expression. I couldn’t quite place what this expression was then, but now I know; a mixture of doubt, loss, regret, and hurt. The kind of expression that kills you on the inside when you see