March 6th, 2007 : The Pale Ooze
The ooze all but perfumed the building. The green slime with it’s wretched stench seeped through the walls and covered the floor. The stink soaked deep into clothing and the faintest hint in the air was revolting. Some people were covered in it, the putrid mess covering their bodies. The worst was at night. The green glow of the jelly like substance sent chills down the spine. We walked through the building, looking, searching, for anything that could help us escape from this evil lair. The upper halls were all concrete, the basement was a cave. All paths converged in a great room, if you could call it that. A large rock staircase, led up to the higher levels and many hallways led up and down. A single fire pit burned in the middle, although there was no indication of anyone feeding or tending it.
Only in this room, as haunting as the rocks were, did the stench dissipate enough to be bearable. down the middle of the stairway also ran our only supply of water. A small trickle, creating a small stream from a crack in the rock above was our life source. The water was filling, more so then what we thought of as “normal water.” We never really felt hungry after drinking, which was all the better because there was no food to be found.
A handful of torches were our light sources away from the great room. We wandered the halls, searching for a path out of this hole, but we were only met with moaning people, starving and dying, covered in sickly slime. We too were covered in slime, that sickly green which glowed as if it were alive. It pulsed, a steady raising and lowering of light. It caused shivers to run down the spine.
Echoes never left one’s head. Moaning, dripping, cries which echoed for minutes throughout the chambers. On occasion, usually very late into what we called ‘night’ was a time of silence. For a whole 12 minutes a silence overcame the entire compound. The silence was even eerier then the groans of the people. One hardly dared to move during this time, footfalls would run quiet and conversations would stop.
There were also the blackouts. Every few days all the light would go out. A solid half hour of pitch black, the fire, the ooze, all the light was gone. It vanished, and this torment was even worse. We tried to sleep, but that’s when the noise was at it’s worst. Growling creatures ran past, large flapping wings were heard, screams echoed even louder then normal. The torment was almost unbearable.