Prompt: A haunted house stands tall amidst a gloomy landscape, exuding a sense of foreboding and mystery. Its once grand facade now wears a cloak of decay, with faded black shingles and rotting timber. The faded white paint, peeling in long strips, reveals the eerie gray wood beneath.
Towering turrets protrude from the roof, casting elongated shadows that dance in the pale moonlight. Broken windows, adorned with spiderwebs, peer out like vacant eyes from behind long, tattered curtains. The glass, cracked and stained, distorts any light that dares to enter, casting an eerie glow across the room inside.
Vines of ivy cling desperately to the decaying exterior, wrapping their green tendrils around the pillars, attempting to reclaim what was once natures domain. Yet, even these emerald intruders sag with a ghostly air, their leaves turning sickly and pale as if under a curse.
The front door, carved from heavy oak, appears as a gaping maw, inviting visitors to step into the unknown. Its tarnished doorknob seems to yearn for a touch, but its cold metal surface sends shivers down anyone who dares to graze it. Cobwebs dangle from every corner, long forgotten by their eight-legged creators.
As you venture indoors, the air becomes heavy with a chill that permeates your very bones. Moonlight seeps through the windows, casting eerie silhouettes on the dusty floorboards. The scent of dampness reaches your nose, mixed with a hint of musty old books.
In the main hall, a once-grand chandelier hangs precariously from the ceiling, its crystal pendants tarnished and dim. Flickering candlesticks line the walls, casting flickering shadows upon faded portraits of distant ancestors. The cracked walls echo whispers that seem to linger in the stillness, carried on the wind from a distant time.
A staircase, worn by time, leads to the upper floors with each creaking step foretelling the haunting secrets it holds. Shadows dance along the walls, creating transient figures that play tricks upon your imagination. As you approach the upper landing, the temperature drops further, leaving you gasping for breath.
Each room within the haunted house tells a different tale. The abandoned nursery holds broken toys, their eerie silence hinting at the laughter that once echoed within its walls. The forgotten library, with dusty shelves and tattered books, whispers stories of forgotten knowledge and ancient spells. The dank cellar, with its stone walls coated in moss and dampness, conjures visions of torment and despair.
In this haunted house, time stands stagnant, trapped within its decaying walls. The spirits of the past weave through the air, their presence felt but never truly seen. Every creak, every flicker of light, evokes a sense of unease, as if the house itself is alive, waiting to wrap its ethereal tendrils around unwary souls who dare to enter its haunted embrace.
Negative prompt: child, nude, naked, breasts, penis, sex, murder, loli, logo, copyright, watermark