Snarl

They were lying there, in the middle of the floor. They were just lying there, ad mist it all. No one could understand how the smell had not forced them to leave, it was strong enough to knock anyone out. The smell of decay and mould. And then there was the question of the damp. Everything was dripping wet, dripping drops of rank smelling water. A few had joked about how the room was crying and that's how it got its name; the crying room.