Sometimes walking around the Centre felt like walking around a cemetery, and not one of those wonderful old historical ones, either. And sometimes it was like going over a massive waterfall with sharp rocks at the bottom. Sometimes it felt like monsters might chase you down the corridors. It was an ominous place, the Centre. Levels and sub-levels, secrets lurking in corners and in DSAs. Sometimes it felt like it was alive, with some monstrous, hidden heart beating down in the deepest sub-levels, like in “The Tell-Tale Heart.” Other times it felt like a place of ghosts and zombies, some set from a horror movie, some shadowy lair of shadowy beings doing shadowy tasks. Sorrow and pain seeped through its corridors. The farther down you went, the deeper grew the sensation of a history of horrors and lives destroyed.