The Room of Doom: Explored
Student houses hold a notoriety for being somewhat unpleasant places when it comes to general cleanliness, particularly that oft-ignored activity known to some as Washing Up. This particular house, though, Number Forty Grange Road, is something else. Entering the house, and even the kitchen itself, one would think that all is normal. Perhaps a little messy, perhaps a few pots and pans that need washing, but nothing out of the ordinary. One then proceeds through another door to a scullery area, which is now known as the Room Of Doom.
Not without reason has this bare-walled, unassuming room been given this name. One notices a sour smell in the nostrils, a putrid stench hanging in the air, heavy with the noxious emissions from the greedy bacteria at work below. One looks down to the pile of crockery, glasses, utensils; infested with mouldering remains of sludge one can only assume was once edible. This is the Room Of Doom, this is from where new life forms will emerge.
The photos below cannot tell the true horror, only the smell is able to convey the message fully, which, alas, the World Wide Web is incapable of doing for now. Use your imagination, dear readers; think of the worst possible smells you can imagine and make them rot together and stagnate.
If you are eating, stop now before proceeding to the visual evidence of this atrocity to hygiene. Those viewers with a weak disposition may wish to look away now.
Entering the Room Of Doom we are faced with this eye-scratchingly revolting scene. Stomachs turn as we look further...
A closer view reveals just part of the horrific truth about what lurks in this dim, dingy room
We spy this glass, and wish not to further dwell on what the residue once was
The glass also appears to be the tomb of an unfortunate spider who met an untimely end, possibly the result of disgust-induced shock
One Taste and they are DEAD
A sideroom to the Room Of Doom reveals an early form of art, believed to be a result of the mind-altering effects of breathing fumes emanating from the pile of encrusted crockeryPosted: 03-06-06 00:09 :: Permalink: http://ben.corale.co.uk/archive/v1/228.html
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mareike writes
haha! although neither the pictures nor the text fully capture the almost eerie atmosphere of the Room of Doom...which, by the way, has been cleared by the porter's after almost a year of "use". I walked in through the back door this afternoon, bracing myself for the smell- and there was NOTHING! (well, it still smells, but all the crap is gone!)
I am glad I rescued mine on time.
Commented: 03-06-06 17:09
The blog author writes You're right, only experiencing the room in person can relay how horrid it is. And that's quite spooky it gets cleared the day after I post all that? I reckon the evil face of the Room of Doom had something to do with it. That cheeky grin... Commented: 05-06-06 22:49