[ WP ] The lights flicker out as you walk down the long , dark , mysterious hallway . A shrill scream can be heard from a room down the hall ...

Mr. Krabs waited for the elevator doors to open. His claws were folded across his chest and his foot tapped impatiently against the linoleum floor. There was a hard grinding noise. The doors slid apart, slightly, before rebounding closed once more. Through the brief gap, Mr. Krabs could see nothing. 
 
 `` I knew I should've sent Squidward to fix this hunk of junk instead of Spongebob,'' He grumbled. The water in the elevator began to cool rapidly and a chill ran up Mr. Krabs' shell. The doors continued to malfunction and the small light at the top of the elevator began to flicker. `` This had better not be costing me money. ” 
 
 Mr. Krabs reached up and tapped the small bulb hanging from the ceiling. It flickered fiercely for a moment before winking out, leaving Mr. Krabs ’ in the dark. “ Well, it always works in the movies. ” Suddenly, the light flashed back on in full brilliance, and Mr. Krabs saw a tentacle writhing through the parted elevator doors. A, thick, viscous, green slime clouded the water around the tentacle as it thrashed through the water in front of Mr. Krabs. He fell back as far as the elevator would allow, staring in terror as the slimly tentacle thrashed it ’ s way closer, and closer. 
 
 Small particles of slime swirled violently around the elevator. A particularly large blob flung from the tentacle smacked Mr. Krabs in the head, clinging to the side of his face. It was oily, and slick and smelled like rotten seaweed. The a small tendril of the slime grazed the edge of his mouth and it tasted foul and bitter. He spat it out violently. 
 
 He brought one of his claws up to wipe his face, leaving the other one to defend against the tentacle alone. 
 As his claw entered the small glob of slime, he found himself unable to pull it back out. He tugged as hard as he would, but despite his best efforts, the slime held his claw firmly. The tentacle grazed the water in front of Mr. Krabs, nearly knocking into his frantically flailing arm.. A fat wad of slime slapped against his chest and clung there. He squeezed further into the corner. 
 
 “ Oh dear, sweet Neptune -- Not like this! Not like this!'' 
 
 Then, the light cut out once more. Mr. Krabs pushed himself further into the corner and squeezed his eyes closed. He could feel the hard, coral railing biting in to both sides of his back, and he tried his best to crane his head as far as he could up into the corner. He kept his right claw flailing out in front of him, so he could atleast feel it if it came after him. He held his position for as long as he could before a sudden brightness flared behind Mr. Krabs' closed eyelids. The brightness disappeared and returned swiftly and repeatedly 
 
 He didn ’ t want to look. He didn ’ t want to see that terrible tentacle right before it grabbed him and dragged him to whatever gruesome creature that awaited him beyond the elevator doors. But, after nearly a minute of being huddle in the corner, anxiety and curiosity got the better of him. Mr. Krabs peaked his eyes open when he saw the brightness once more. 
 
 The small lightbulb shone brightly in the corner of his vision, and above him, he could himself looking down on himself, upside-down, in the small, convex mirror. He didn ’ t see the tentacle, nor any globs of slime. And as he tugged his left arm, he found it swung freely, causing him to knock his funny bone on the hard-coral railing. He grabbed his elbow and winced. 
 
 Nervously, he brought his head down. The elevator, brightly lit from the small bulb, was empty. There was no tentacle, no globules of slime floating around. Nothing, except himself and the shining lightbulb. It flickered once more and Mr. Krabs felt his body tense. but the light returned momentarily. The grinding noise continued; The doors continued to open and close, briefly revealing the long hallway that quickly faded into darkness; The lights continued to flicker. 

