On top of a crooked hill sat a haunted house that looked like it sneezed and forgot how to stand up. Its walls were neon green and purple, peeling like burnt crayons, and one tower leaned so hard it might moonwalk off the roof. A giant cracked pumpkin stared like it was judging your life choices. Inside, the floors groaned like they were having a midlife crisis and whispers shouted nonsense like “BOO! MOO! I EAT WIFI!” The air smelled like burnt popcorn and old socks. Lights flickered pink, orange, and sometimes random rainbow stripes, making shadows dance like they were in a cursed TikTok. Every corner felt alive and slightly offended. This house dared anyone brave or dumb enough to enter to survive its chaotic, spooky madness. See more