<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i490.photobucket.com/albums/rr268/Velkonsdarkness/Computer%20Rooms/Houses.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>The shifting winds brought in the darkest of the clouds, all in all the day was still young but rather dark and dismal due to the warning of a storm. The streets were laden with abandoned houses and some lived in ones, one such house however was rather old but strangely well kept for no one supposedly living inside. It had never been for sale nor had anyone the reason to buy it if it kept a constant nice look. The owner never shown face outside of the home but it was said that pets would vanish near the house and at times wild animals would vanish from sight. The master of the old house kept it well and the inside looked brand new and very clean, curtains lined every window and the walls were very thick making it hard to hear anything inside the house. Some people had claimed that inside the house there were ghosts of the last owners and maybe even a few of the animals, all trapped by a monster who had murdered them. None of the rumors were lies either; each rumor had truth to it but one never made sense. It was the fact that the owner was never seen and yet the house was always in a good state, nor were there ghosts. At night the master would come out and make his home look beautiful once more. In ways it was like a tradition, once a month he would come out to tend to everything but the garden. The garden was tended to when it was needed, only an iron fence kept it from being soiled.<br/><br/>The soiling of it would mean anyone would be punished by the master making him show face, to be honest if anyone set foot on his land it would mean that they were going to be put through hell. A living hell within the walls of the creepy but beautiful alluring house, it in many ways was a man made spider web.<br/><br/>Behind the gate and past the green hedge before the house was a pathway made of sanded stone bricks and small door guards that watched the door way like dogs. These gargoyles were made of pure marble and the size of house cats, but what was weird about them was what they were. The two guardians were large spiders, to be exact in the type they were Hunter spiders in a crouch as if waiting to pounce on anyone who dare come to the door. past the door with a small window on it was a short hallway into the house, in side the house was furnished like a collector of Victorian furniture would have it and the very air was fruitful and unique. It was like a soft vanilla and coconut, not too strong but it was there and very gentle. Plants were everywhere but not too much, all of them were rather healthy and only a couple were flowered with roses and a few other small assortments. The floor was wooden and smooth with a rug here and there under the larger furniture, and even so it matched everything. The walls were covered in a slightly dark wallpaper but its design was pretty if you stared at it. The main room had an old fashioned phonograph, the one where you needed a cylinder instead of a vinyl record.<br/><br/>It's perch was on a cabinet that contained many of the recordings of classical music and a few operas, each one was in a box with a lable of what was on the cylinder. Close by the phonograph was an old piano that was well tuned and constantly played.<br/><br/>The master of the house was a young male who was seldom visited by anyone since he took claim of the house from its last owner. He took it from a spider loving male who moved away to live with his wife. The current owner was a twenty-four year old white haired male who had was an escaped expiriment that no one cared for. He had been a failure and now he lived alone save for the stray cat who visited him each week at night. He stayed secluded in the house keeping from sight and never visited anyone. Those that came by would knock and he would talk through the half shut door at them, other than that the door was always unlocked and everyone knew it but no one came inside. He hated being alone, but... he had to be with how he looked. He was scared of what he was. Many people called him Specter but he was not a bad person. He just had no friends, was an albino, and had a many deformity - wings, claws, sharp teeth, and snake eyes. he never wanted anyone to see him. It was why he lived in that hosue. No one truely cared if he was there, they cared but never came inside to bother him. All he wanted was someone who cared who he was.<br/><br/>More like... more like the male wanted a friend.