Old familiar haunted house

In this house half finished grey 80’s Carpeting throughout with wood. Has giant white and silver chandelier coach type decorations thatre huge and sitting in an unused hottub. They’re several women there. Bd room is there. It’s mostly empty w a small bed. I wanted to fix it up for her. I want to set up mine too but not until her room is all done up nice! I specifically think oh I can hang that big hoop cannot of mosquito netting I love so much. This other spare room is a purple room with white trim. The door moves along the carpet how it sounded at brookedge in the spare room. Feels like brookedge or Woodhurstd. There’s a reheated team woman at a Computer. They look at me suddenly frightened I’m there their eyes shine bright brown and they say “eww I saw the devil in your eyes right there!” Another is trying to grab at me while I descend stairs with rod iron twists of h’s on the banister sides. Then one arm is Wills but I thought it was theirs sink left it. We feel sad both he and I. I can tell. It’s thick. I go downstairs knowing there is another strap wooden stair case that’s oddly sized and oddly stepped —it is steep as fuck. It goes to the other teams sisters bedroom which is in use because it is night. I see the white boarded up stair well to the basement. The rest of the house is perfect k day. The basement is not. It’s very house of leaves lm there. I am suddenly upstairs talking to woman about the basement and the monstrous Cinderella coach looking acorn shaped white and polished silver chandeliers with grapes on them sittkk in in the red out of commission hot tubs. The house was perfect a second ago. Now I’m describing how I Alllllllways dream of the basement when I feel the thickness of my hair stand up. Like a horizontal opposite Mohawk. The back length of my hair is charged upward all of it. I say to the women that it’s the house. She sis calm while I begin to sway losing balance. I attempt to catch an other iron square side table. It tumbles and I drag it back n forth while the house’s own force ragdolls me from side to side. It’s getting faster and more dramatic. Violent now. I’m trying to grab anything into stabilize myself. The Ken a is calm while this is still occurring. I’m having much difficulty talk due to thrashing against the walls and growing closer to the edge of the sending story overlooking the first floor. There is no wrought iron h’s or railing here. Then the house says in my head in a loud male voice the house says or well give you “pregnancy!” I grow angry and wake up suddenly. I had fallen asleep scrolling it is 12:14am 5/28/2026