It does not help that it is filled with antiques that probably belonged to The Addam’s Family. Hell, the entire house may have been their original property all along.
Every single thing here vibrated to the tune of space and time. So old and dead each piece is alive. I wasn’t sure if my insides were getting vacuumed or my soul was expanding while walking around the house.
Creepy as fuck is an understatement. Still, it is beautiful. In a ghoulish kind, but still beautiful.
However, I don’t fancy a return visit here. My aspirations in life don’t include meeting the creature from the black lagoon.
The girl is out. Peace!