She then recited a long list of   
some of the crazier things I’d told    
people.                                
     “I can’t deny any of ‘em.”        
     She sighed, and then told me that 
her personal favorite was, “the one    
about the glowing blood that seeped out
from under that door and took you hours
to mop-up.”                            
     “Don’t forget that it also chased 
me around the room.”                   
     “Oh yeah, I forgot about that     
part.”                                 
     “How could you forget about glow- 
ing blood chasing me around the room?!”
I said and laughed.                    
     “Jeez Crim, with all that other   
crap you’ve been telling people, that  
seemed like a minor detail.”           
     All that other crap included      
* things like pulsating lights, blood      
curdling screams, things shackled to   
the wall, and the sound of a chainsaw  
cutting through meat until the scream- 
ing stopped.                           
     I told her that my personal favor-
ite was instead of a lab, it was really
just an elevator that took you down    
five-hundred feet to the real one.     
     That’s where the genetics got     
really crazy and grafting humans with  
animals was my main focus. It’s why I  
called both rooms the Entrance to Hell.
     She laughed, and also told me     
about the fish that needed human brains
to grow and stay smart, and the        
hundreds of variations on that one     
alone, with everyone adding their own  
little twist.                          



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