"Venice White House"
She lived at the end of the street, on the corner - though no one had seen her in decades. The unkempt shabbery house of hers had become more of a part of her decrepit condition, than anything else. The kids didn't dare put any rocks through her windows. Stories of the one kid that did haunted through their minds enough to sway their hands from stones. Dark paned windows hung on the Venice White House ... darkened enough to see out but never in.
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring