Dr. Naesley, an ASMR guide for Marmite first timers, first toast your pillowy soft bread,

push that, liberally spread that butter, stroke that Marmite open, dip that knife and spread that,

don't overload and taste that. Marmite, love it, hate it, get it on.

Hi, I'm Danny Dyer and welcome to what's that smell? Smoked with a hint of burgers,

it's my barbecue apron. Luckily I can make this smell like freshly picked lilies,

just pop it in the washing machine, add some surf tropical lily laundry detergent and

my five. It smells like my dream holiday. Get long-lasting fragrance with natural essential oils

with surf laundry detergent. You can make anything perth of surf.

Why do we even need guns? Was the first question I asked as my supervisor went over the protocols.

The room is empty, right? It's just in case anyone tries to enter or leave the room.

He responded coldly. Leave? Don't worry about it, just do as you're told and everything will be fine.

I'd been hired alongside Mark to guard an empty room in a small town storage facility.

To the best of my knowledge, it had just appeared one day out of nowhere.

Since then, only three people had gone inside, all of which died within a minute.

During their short visit into the room, the camera had been set up, delivering a constant

live feed through which we could observe the room. Though nothing had ever been seen within,

an eerie aura surrounded the place. The walls were made from an unidentified metal,

and the door didn't have any obvious way of opening. It either opened when touched or remained

closed. Either way, our orders were simple. Keep people away from it. 24 hours a day, seven days a

week, 12 months of the year. The room was guarded by one of three teams. While the job was exceptionally

boring, it paid enough to keep us from asking too many questions. We were only to contact the

team leader, Dr. Henderson. If any activity was recorded within the room, be it actual movement,

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