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The in between areas, including where the door firsts opens. Immediately in front of the threshold is the staircase to the upper level, and to the right is the living room and to the left is the dining room, which leads to the kitchen, behind it. The walls of the hallways are old looking, but an olive color, and there are oil lamps and candles, no electricity. It's all carpeted in a mono toneless light brown excluding the living room (romantic lightly colored wood) and the kitchen (little two by two inch tiles in a pale yellow with white borders, feeling like marble).

Directly to the right of the front door lies a den with a bricked fireplace, two maroon colored sofas in an L shape around a unique looking coffee cherry table with claws for the legs and three tall vanilla colored candles in the center of it. The floor is long planks of lightly colored wood, and dust bunnies gather in the corners of the room. The walls were painted in a burnt red-orange, like fire. While fireplace is never used, and a faded painting of a small shack on the side of a shimmering lake hangs crookedly above it, its bronze frame looking valuable. Two tall cherry wooded book cases are along the far wall, but only one book is on it, and its pages are too water logged to even make out a single word.

Behind the living room is a small library, with many many shelves but scarcely any books. There's nothing to sit on and the carpet is ripped out in some area, revealing rotting wood. There's a bricked up window at the end of the room, but no light comes through and there're no candles anywhere, leaving it in total darkness.

Carpeted floors, and an old fashion chandelier with candles on it with already melted wax. The table is cherry wood and one leg is shorter then the rest. A variety of chairs are scattered around the room, only one, on the far end, actually at the table, but its an odd bar stool, with a car driver's face where the butt goes. There's a window there, but it's bricked up, and on its sill on the inside has a disregarded child's shoe on it, looking old and scary to touch as well.

It looks never used, with the dust far more potently noticed here even more then the other dirty rooms. The walls are a pale yellow, certain molds making it look golden in the corners. Floors are two by two inch tiles of the same light yellow as the walls, with a thin white border and feeling like marble beneath the feet. The gas on the stove has to lit by a match because it doesn't work, and there's no refrigerator to be seen. The cabinets are nearly empty and one is actually a rat family's comfortable home. The whole room looks sad and neglected, and the yellow seems like a pitiful attempt to apologize.

A variety of rooms are on the upper level, enough for each of the hunters to have their own and decorate them at their desire. Only issue: there are no doors. In the entire building, there are no doors. Sometimes there're beads that come down, but it is a strict taboo that the only door of the house is the front one. Also, there are no bathrooms. The floorboards are embedded with dirt, which smells, but allows the hunters to go onto the second level: something they normally can't achieve. Live is good, here in their own dirty little caves.

The town's second most prized place, excluding Glass Lake. The streets are paved in brick here, and the little antique shops share walls with one another around a grassy area in the center of it all. Maple trees that change with the seasons are old and strong there, but their bark has cravings in them from past lovers and gang members. Benches are scattered about, but most of the time they're just too dirty to sit on. The parking meters've long ago broken, and the towns hall is there, with a big clock that never strikes at 4 o'clock but is always on time on any other hour. Most of the shops just sell misfit things, and at the beginning of every season there's a festival held to celebrate, in which people make stalls to sell items at on the streets. There are no stop lights, on stop and yield signs, so when work's letting out traffic is a bitch; but other wise it's mostly a ghost town with a few lurking old people and maybe a hobo or two.

Right down the street from the square, everybody's bored and old fashion and doesn't want to get up, but like to play hero every now and then so once a blue moon are seen strolling around, swinging their clubs and feeling almighty. However, there are only eight police cars and fourteen police men (they don't work 24/7, of course). Crime doesn't happen too badly much, and if it ever does reinforcements are just a cell phone dial away. These cops just think everyone's melodramatic, though, so probably won't ever call reinforcements even if its raining great balls of fire. They'd have to have lots of cold hard evidence before they can begin to believe you, otherwise they'll just laugh and pat you on the back.

It's so nice to it's customers; the people have hearts and ask questions after the care, not before. And want to know where that got them? On the verge of bankruptcy. It's common to see little donation bowls in other locations, because it's getting pretty bad. But still, Mr. Fellowmen did not create such a place for people to suffer just because they don't have insurance, oh no. Of course not! Human health before money, he'd always say. That was why he killed himself later, correct? Anyway, the building is brick and oddly shaped, with about four levels and a big statue of Fellowmen caressing a heart in the grass out front with his motto beneath it in cheap stone trying to act like marble. Every year the chorus from the schools come to sing underneath that statue, and the tips go to the hospital for expenses. They plan on soon selling the statue, but no one will buy it.

Hardly anyone goes to church here; there isn't even a preacher. It's mostly just a place to pray and think, after all it's always open. Thankfully the local gang members have taken it to themselves not to write on the walls or anything, although a few bibles have been stolen. The cemetery behind the church is grassy and nice, with a few maple trees here and there, making for nice shade. Dirt paths wander through the stones, and it's quite big, because its the only cemetery in the whole town. Some of the head stones are so old they can't even be decipherable.

The houses are mainly little ranches, with only the basics inside. Most of them are pastel colors, and they're only five feet apart from each other and the yards and small and generally fenced in the back. The driveways are short and the streets that go between the houses are in need of a make over. There's a bee hive of apartments also, with limited pool access from 10 to 10 every day that no one listens to; most of the time the kids from the neighborhoods seek in it during the summer anyway, so it isn't really a luxury. Besides, everyone knows that the landlord of the place is a middle aged creepy pervert that sleeps with any female alive; and rumors say dead, too. It's just hard to trust that kind of man with your house key. Who knows what he's doing while you're gone? As for living expenses, the houses and apartments here are on the cheap side because they're in need of repairing, and also in need of people.

The schools are old with lots of new add ones, the elementary just across the street from the junior high school and high school buildings. The high school has two stories and a gym with no air conditioning, their football team sucks but their marching band is the best. Cliques have lessened but gangs have grown, and the shock of teenage pregnancy is not that great anymore. Cameras are all over the school, excluding only the bathrooms, on the ceilings in little black orbs so the person doesn't know which direction its looking. Very few students like it there and no one knows anymore if a fire drill is really a drill or not, because before the teachers lied and there was really a fire, which killed three people---they just didn't want the students to know that, when the switch was pulled, it was already too late for the kids inside the room and then they might notice the smell of burning flesh. However the lie made the student body a bit suspicious henceforth afterward.

Why did they name such an odd ball thing after such a beautiful piece of nature? Nobody knows, but some find it funny when the tricksters put out the "GL" in the capital letters "glass" which are on a humble little yellowish sign with the latest events listing below it. The grocery store is connected to the mall, and the mall itself has almost everything it in for everyone's shopping needs. From a Starbucks, to Hot Topic, to Victoria's Secret, it has it all. The floors are foot by foot tiles in the hallways, and the stores themselves have unique layouts. It's two stories and there're windows in the sky roof that light up the area. A big foundation is in the big of it all, inside (the whole mall itself is inside), and the coins that people throw in get dontanted to the hospital.

Located just a few blocks down from The Empty Lot, it's known as "flee" as opposed to "flea", because this is where people tend to run to in a moment of distress. It's open only on Saturdays and is halfway on a big parking lot for a building that the other half of the stands are in. It's big and random and bustling, and the sellers and sometimes the buyers are mysteriously suspicious. Some of them seem to know about the hunters, and appear to see what the tainted see; however, they might just be crazy. Or maybe you are. The flee market is a great place to get lose one's self t at, or to perhaps get someone to lose you.