172 Shepard Avenue feels wrong, like the cardboard backdrop of the old hollywood movies. The place feels hollow, lifeless. You can see the grass beginning to die. The place is real to the touch, but it makes your spine stand on end. It is obvious you are not the only one that feels this way, because people tend to slow down walking past it. On the surface it looks much like the other houses in the neighborhood, but beneath the surface there is something very wrong.

Thick webs cover the structure, making it only barely visible through the gauzy white silk. The shape remains true though. The doors are two dark tunnels encircled by spider silk. You can see movement in the silk walls as you approach. Small black dots disappearing before you can get near.