Vomit sweep

Lank and Prophet hurtled through the door, the hissing of the Serpent just behind them. They slammed it closed and hurled themselves against it as a ferocious pounding began outside. Rocks began to fall from above. They jumped back and ran down the stairs just as the entrance caved in.
"Well," said Prophet, "this isn't looking too good, really."
They continued down the stairs, entering a large circular chamber. A curious sight met their eyes. Filling most of the room was an enormous circular table, upon which was a thick slab of dark meat; flat on one end and tapering to a point, covered in glossy black scales. It was the bottom half of the dark Serpent outside. Across the chamber and on both sides were small tunnels leading to different rooms. "What is this," muttered Lank, "a dungeon crawler?"
The pair stared at the tail for a full minute, baffled. Then from somewhere else came a high-pitched shriek. Whisk tore out of the opposite entrance, screaming her head off, and ran down the path to the right. She was followed a few seconds later by a dark Centipede with evil-looking eyes. Lank started after her.
"Wait," said Prophet. "She's been here awhile, so she's probably used to outrunning those things by now. Let's look around."
"But she screamed," insisted Lank. "So either this is the first time this has happened or she knows we're here and needs help. I mean, is she really the sort of person who'll scream like that for no reason?" They considered this for a second and silently agreed. Yes. Yes she was. They crossed the chamber and set off down the opposite tunnel.
They entered a second chamber of similar size and stopped short. A single tunnel led off to the right. Directly facing them was the grinning skull of a Serpent, its skeleton laid out in pieces behind it. Both gulped quietly. "What is this place?" asked Lank, quieter than he intended. "Some kind of Serpent Cathedral?" Before Prophet could answer a Centipede crawled out of the other tunnel. "We can outrun that," said Lank. "Like Whisk did. Right?"
Prophet said nothing.

Today was the second of two sessions of first aid training. Cuts and burns and all kinds of illness. They told me my seizure impression was very realistic. I thought it best not to mention I'd gone through these exact motions many times before.
Two things bothered me. One was the plastic shed in the corner of the room, used to store supplies. Somehow I got a bad vibe from it. I remembered a similar shed, a long time ago... it was so warm outside, the plastic was sticky to the touch... the memory stops. Something in my past involved a Rubbermaid shed, just like this. You know the door in your mind, the one that all your secrets lie behind? I think mine looks like this. The implications are worrisome.
The second was on the way out. It was dark outside by the time we left. I worry enough about going outside during the day, so even with family I was scared stiff to be walking about at night. When we finally reached the car, I looked back at the building we'd just left. (The wave pool, or KLC. Did I mention that?) As I looked at it in the dark, viewing the squat side from the parking lot, the red eyes staring down at me, I remembered. We'd come here before, when I was very small. Only once, though; I didn't like the waves. I remember I dreamed of it, once or twice. I remember it being darker. I remember it being emptier. I told myself it couldn't be the same place, because it was taller than I'd remembered. I'd just been looking at it from the wrong side. And there... the dream flooded back into me. The memories. There. On the roof.
Those eyes.
That face.
The dragon.
Could this be, I thought, shaking, the very first- but we drove away. The eyes followed us.