[No.

This cell’s light flickers now and then, but when it does, you could swear the shadows linger a little longer than they should, hanging off the corners and dripping down the walls. If you watch for long enough, you start to feel a creeping panic, the hairs on the back of your neck raising. You feel agitated and anxious, and with that comes frustration — the next flicker of the light and you swear, you swear you see something rearing at you, some inky black shadow creature, one glowing red eye set in what would pass for its head. It lunges for your throat with a jagged claw, it bears down on you, and you react, you step back half a step and raise your arms and the instinct is to shield your face and you know it’ll hurt and you know it’s too slow and—

. . . The light flicks on and stays on. The cell looks perfectly normal.]