Suddenly, the walls grow smooth. Patches are wet, hot and moist; “wet, almost like fruit” you think. A baby weeps – an echo coming from some forgotten passage. And the sound of waves…. the shore. Is that the tide coming in? You press your ear to the wall – it gives, soft, unlike stone – and you are overcome with vivid colors. A skeletal hand takes your own and a voice says “Boy, got a real Creepy Show for ya!”