The house on the corner of Failure and Misery is falling apart. The old foundation is crumpling, the paint is chipped and falling off the half rotten oak frame. The house stank with the foul stench of age and the stale air within. The house creaks hauntingly as the mercilous wind takes no pity on the poor house, rocking and torrmenting it’s foundation. When it rains, water pours from the gutters as though the house is crying from years of abuse and neglect.