Pulling a key out of his pocket, he stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the house. It was sky-blue, with darker blue trim and dark, square windows. The roof was a nearly flat triangle sitting on a squat, square frame. Not much to look at from the front, to say the least. He walked up the mere ten feet to the front door. Not much of a lawn either. At least it was green and looked fairly healthy.
	Approaching the door, he put the key in the lock. As he turned it, the lock responded with a small click-click-clunk as it released. He retracted the key and twisted the knob, pulling it open, and stepped inside.
	What he saw confused him. To the right was just a wall, extending forward before turning off into the room. Strange, the front of the house appeared to extend half its length still in that direction, but it seemed to be the edge of the house here. To his left was a small kitchen, pressed up against the front wall. The window allowed a lazy beam of sunlight in, illuminating the front of the home. Now tha the looked around, the entire front half of the house seemed to be lit by windows and the sunlight that they let in. The kitchen was also raised about three feet above the floor of the foyer and living room on polished hardwood, with two stairs leading up to it.
	He ascended the pair of stairs up onto the kitchen platform. It seemed solid, as if it was built on an odd feature in the ground rather than just a wooden platform built on the floor with empty space under it, like a stage. Looking out towards the livingroom, he noticed the raised kitchen had a circular feature on the floor on the side of it away from the front window. In this circular part of the platform, he noticed the wooden grain was perpendicular to the rest of the kitchen. Maybe it... spun? Now curious, well, more curious, he walked to the far left wall, where there was a small bank of switches. He tried the first one, and a small light alighted itself in the center of the kitchen. Trying the next one, a larger light redundantly illuminated the already sunlit livingroom. Trying the third and last switch, there was a small groan below the raised kitchen. He blinked and looked down. Sure enough, the circular part of the raised kitchen platform began to rotate slowly. Odd. He shrugged and turned out the lights and flipped the switch back down to stop the slowly spinning part of the kitchen floor. Carefully, he stepped down off the platform to look at the rest of the large front room.
	The living-dining room area was large with a high ceiling. The walls were the same color as the outside of the house: a cheery sky-blue. An easy chair sat in the far left corner, a small coffee table in front of it. A lonely little television sat in the opposite corner. The room had a strange shape due to the odd square of the house that seemed to be missing within the front-right corner of the house. Along the left wall was a sliding glass door, which looked out onto a small, stone patio. There were some small lawn accessories outside, a small pinwheel, a bench, a garden arch.
	In the center of the back wall, looking quite out of place with the charming blue paintjob of the front room was a rectangular entryway into a narrow hallway. The hall itself was paneled in dark hardwood, floors, walls, and ceiling. Curious, he moved into the dark shape to see the back half of the house. Down about twenty to thirty feet, the hall turned to the left, and artificial, though warm, light came from it. The prospect of what may be found in this room outweighed the single door leading off to the right halfway down the hall.
	Turning into the room at the far end of the hall, he paused. The archetecture was so strange in this room. The room itself had a gently curving wall along the side, and about every five or six feet, a small wall jutted out, creating small alcoves. In each alcove was a table. On each table, a jumble of objects sat. On the first table, for example, sat a plastic storage container, filled with stuff. Sitting on the storage container was a glass doll, dressed in bright pink baby clothes. Its face, though, was a deep blue with red, orange, and yellow swirls, as if it was a giant, baby's head shaped marble. He stopped in his tracks. The doll seemed to be staring at him, and it made him nervous. He looked up at the wall beyond the doll.
	Above it, the wall was covered in hanging pictures, all of them seemed to be family pictures of people he never knows, nor ever knew. His eyes return down to the doll. It still creeps him out, so he looks away, down to the far end of the room. What he sees makes his brow furrow in confusion.
	He sees... the kitchen, and the livingroom. It's as if there's an open space there instead of a wall, even though he distinctly remembered not being able to see into it from the livingroom. A one-way mirror of some sort? He suddenly wanted to get out of there. Not one to deny his instincts, he quickly moved back down the much-darker-than-he-remembered hall, past the closed door to the right, and out into the livingroom. The sliding glass door was closest, so he moved to it at a brisk pace. He yanked it open, found it unlocked, and it slid open soundlessly. 
	He threw himself out of the house and into the bright sunlight. The stone patio was surrounded by grass that needed to be cut, but wasn't yet out of control. He looked down the length of the house, away from the street. The backyard seemed.. non-existant. Instead of a fence, a large, gently sloping hill rose up. Even though the neighboring houses had fences, this house didn't. A cool wind blew down off the hill and past him, making him shiver. He ducked back into the house and quickly made his way to the front door. It seemed to be stuck at first, but it soon opened after a few tugs. He jogged away from it, down the increadibly short front lawn to the sidewalk. He turned back, and the door was already closed.