A Very Cold Room                                       -      -      - 
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As you cautiously step in the room, the smell that washes over you
instantly makes you nauseous.  A slowly paced dripping is near you, and you
believe it is a crack in the roof until you shine your light upwards and see
what art the lady has been creating.  She truely is a monster, for hanging
from the ceiling are mangled bodies, contorted in such a way that only
somone with a sick mind could consider this art.  Blood and strips of flesh
fall at random intervals, mainly on you.  To the west there is a slow
humming that is charming your mind, begging you to check it out.