Jason made the most obvious choice, "Mom would help me I'm her son! I can't wait until this is a bad memory!"
he crawled underneath his bedroom door arriving in the hallway. Before going anywhere he looked both ways not wanting to be crushed.
Jason walked along the wall trimming staying close to the wall. Not wanting to end up as a bloody spot on someone's foot. Jason felt very confident that his mom would help him in his current situation. "I don't know why I'm worrying so much she's my mom of course she'll help me."
The house did seem creepy when it was this quiet almost like a hunted house. This whole experience was very terrifying for him. Jason could see his mom's bedroom door up ahead. "Soon this all will be a bad memory."
Jason stopped looking up at the colossal door mesmerized by the amazing size. He dropped to his knee's crawling under the door. He could smell his mom's favorite perfume as he entered the room. Jason walked into the room looking around at her furniture tower above him.
He bumped into his mother's sandal Amazed how big it was He climbed up on the sandle he immediately stopped seeing his mom. He was stunned seeing how she towered above him like a goddess.
Jason felt like an insect compared to her. Jason yelled for her waving his arms around. "MOM DOWN HERE!" He saw her looking at the sandle. "Come on please see me!"
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