I tripped, and got up. I discovered my stumbling block was in fact my wayward sponge, having escaped its kidnapper. With the carpet of corruption closing on me, I saw no other option but to stand on my sponge, the only remotely high ground.
Suddenly, I felt something brush up against me, behind me, and I jumped, shivering all up and down. I whirled but the thing wasn’t there anymore. A creeping carpet of grime started flowing towards me from the darkness, and I admit I panicked. I started running frantically away. I could hear amused chortles coming from the things on the walls and the ceiling, oddly childish titters, and noises of perturbment coming from the things on the ground behind me.
I lit a candle from my satchel, and looked around. The walls seemed to have grown distant, and I couldn’t see very far ahead or behind me. I could see strange shapes moving around just beyond the light, and I heard quiet, conspiratorial voices, like people whispering secrets to each other, not wanting me to hear.
Well, I knew the grand bathroom was very large, but I soon became disoriented, following the scampering critter. I began to wonder to myself, just how big can this place be? It wasn’t long before the skitter of the rat became an echo. I hadn’t noticed, but it had begun to grow dim. I remember suddenly feeling very lonely.
Well, this is a story from when I was fairly knew to the House. I was cleaning the Grand Bathroom for about… Oh it must’ve been the third time. The showers in there get absolutely filthy, and I was cleaning them. Suddenly I slipped on the floor and dropped my sponge. One of the rats must have picked it up then and scampered off. I followed it into a corridor leading away from the showers.
