"Brown. Concrete in Crete teeth. Jetted up against the cloudless Los Angeles sky. deloris would have stopped photograph the house even if she hadn't been studying to be an architect yourself. She grabbed her thirty five millimeter camera from the backseat of her coop. She stood in front of the House taking shot after shot of the tomb like facade with its earthen stone mouth and peculiar angles. She lifted herself up the small concrete half wall that stood in front of the entrance searching for the perfect angle to capture the strange building. And it's disquieting aggressive front entrance. A voice cut through the distance telling her that the view was better from across the street. Sheet nearly lost her balance. Dolores steadied herself as best. She could and turn to look at the man when she saw who it was. She nearly dropped her camera. Edman tuskegee himself stood before her. He was a brilliant photographer. Experimental experimental a pioneer dolores was a little starstruck and went to thank him but Tuskegee took several steps back. Delors asked if he had photographed the house before he had she wanted to know what he thought of it. He studied her for a long moment his shoulders. Tres tents Edmund told her that it was an interesting facade but the house itself was a den of evil. She laughed his face remained stony he told her that a pretty girl like herself should never accept an invitation to the house. The men who played here weren't too good people. They like to hunt women. They'd like to hurt people sometimes but even murdered them. Dolores inched away slowly. Her foot caught on the concrete wall and she started to fall. Another man was there to catch her an instant he. We asked her to come inside teske. What's gone."