Ladies and gentlemen, I have been to one of the darkest places you can imagine and have lived to tell the tale. May this review serve as a warning to you all.
If you ever find yourself in one of the boy's dorms on my campus codenamed NH, I urge you to find an alternative for your bathroom needs. Run out the door screaming, if the need arises. I was once foolish enough to go use the NH bathroom. After opening the door, I had to take a step down into the realm of terror. I literally descended into the nightmare. Finding this the kind of place that one needs to sterilize before coming into contact with, I used toilet paper as a form of protection in my interactions with the regular bathroom tools. Stall walls? Nowhere to be found. Signs of age? Everywhere. The light wasn't literally flickering, but it might as well have been. I beat a hasty retreat as soon as my hands were throroughly washed.
I can't describe what it is about this dungeon that's so terrifying. Maybe the sensation of closing oneself into a small, old chamber is just an experience that only the bravest can face. Maybe it's the fact that the disrepair comes from heavy use by everyone from the most careless lazy bum of a student to the sweatiest, grimiest athlete in the building. Either way, I think the best service I could do for everyone in the area is to put caution tape in front of the door.