For having such an intimidating name the place is a scrawny little thing. Unfortunately, that doesn't make it less creepy. If anything the small house sitting in it's clearing looks unnatural. As if the trees and shrubbery hadn't been cleared away, but have rejected growing on the land.

A theory that doesn't quite fit considering the flowers out front. (Coop tries his best to make the outside look inviting, but there's not much that can be done and honestly, he's never had much of a green thumb)

The house is painted white and oddly shaped, as if two or three homes had been squashed together at some point. Or maybe taken apart and used to create a uniquely ugly building.

Inside and sinking into a large armchair Cooper tries to clear his head. He finished going back over Heather Mason's case file for the sixth time about an hour ago. He's nervous, and drinking coffee (which is comforting, but not making him any less jittery).

(He took his medication about eighty minutes ago. Excusing yourself to shoot up a mysterious blue liquid doesn't make for the best of first impressions)

For all of his nervous preparation he has forgotten just what exactly the house looks like from the outside. To Cooper it's just home now.