This small, three bedroom home from the 1970s doesn't have a great reputation. The peeling paint and barely-kept yard doesn't help, but it's probably the history of the invasion murder of a family in the early 90s that kept renters away for the most part. But it's occupied now, and the interior is actually quite well kept - the main room is painted a calming blue, with an unfortunate brown carpet upon which a mismatched but well-maintained couch, coffee table, and console sit. The console has an older model flatscreen TV, and a couple of older game systems hooked up to it. The kitchen is impeccably clean, and looks rarely used. There's no dining table in the nook provided for it - instead, an indoor garden of flowering plants takes advantage of the only uncovered windows in the house. One corner of the living room has a large bird cage, with a single green-cheeked conure in residence, unless the bird is flying about the living room thanks to the frequently open door.
Only one bedroom is used AS a bedroom; it is aggressively ordinary, with a small, neat bed, a dresser, and a small closet. The second bedroom is a home office, with an older model desktop and bookshelves, mostly filled with history books and true crime books. The third bedroom is usually kept closed and locked - if one opens it, though, one can find what can only be called a shrine to murder through the ages. Crime scene photos on the walls, corkboards filled with scribbles, theories, ramblings about Them, the Shadows That Hunt, Dreams, and various horrors. Boxes are stacked along the walls, filled with yet more crime memorabilia. It's a cheery room.