Prompt: A haunted house stands ominous in utter Gothic grandeur, its ornate architecture seemingly frozen in time. The weathered exterior, once adorned with elaborate carvings, now bears the scars of decades of neglect and eerie tales. The once vibrant colors have faded, giving birth to an eerie grayish hue that sends chills down the spine of all who dare to approach.
The façade, now a patchwork of broken windows and crumbling stones, hints at the secrets within. The grand entrance, with its intricately carved wooden door, hangs precariously on rusty hinges, whispering a sorrowful creak with every faint breeze. The doorknob, tarnished and worn, radiates an icy coldness, a stark contrast to the warmth of life outside.
The surroundings are veiled in an eerie mist, almost as if the spirits of the past linger, refusing to let go. Vines, their tendrils twisted with malice, slither up the sides of the house, embracing it like malevolent serpents. Broken shutters, swaying slightly in the wind, create a haunting rhythm - a sinister lullaby to unsettle the bravest of souls.
Time seems to stand still within the haunted house. Cobwebs hang like delicate curtains in every corner, their threadbare beauty hinting at the lives once lived here. Dust dances through the air, caught within ethereal rays of moonlight that stream through cracked ceilings.
Haunted portraits line the walls, their once familiar faces staring blankly, their eyes devoid of life. A chandelier, tangled in webs, hangs precariously overhead, its lone flickering candle casting eerie shadows that dance across the floor, as if conjured by ghostly hands.
The floors creak with each step, revealing the secrets they have long kept hidden. The air is heavy with a blend of dampness, decay, and an indescribable scent of despair. Whispers echo through the narrow hallways, the disembodied voices of the long-departed, sharing their stories with unseen listeners.
In every room, remnants of forgotten lives lie scattered. A dusty rocking chair sways aimlessly, accompanied by the sound of a childs laughter, hauntingly distant. A weathered piano plays a mournful melody, keys playing themselves in a spectral symphony.
The haunted house, lost in time, exudes an eerie beauty that draws the curious and the brave. It stands as a macabre monument to the haunting mysteries of its past, beckoning intrepid souls to unravel its secrets, if they dare.
Negative prompt: child, nude, naked, breasts, penis, sex, murder, loli, logo, copyright, watermark