I've never liked the white room. I've alway felt creeped out by it. Even the thought of going near it gives me the creeps. I guess that's because that's where the failed experiments go. The alive ones anyway. I never grown use to the sight of sticky, gooey, slinky human hands alway clawing at the glass. I guess it's even worse now because I'm one of the hands clawing at the glass.
