Avery shrugs and shakes his head. "That makes absolutely no sense, but sure. Whatever." He closes up his umbrella and enters the foyer, resting the umbrella against the door frame.

There's no better word than "creepy" to describe a place like this, the sort of building you'd read out of some pulp horror novel or short story. It's not enough to send a chill up his spine, but it's absolutely unpleasant.

"It looked like there was a window in one of the, uh, window-holes or whatever you'd call them earlier. Someone probably missed one." Or it was his imagination."