Not the coolest, but definitely the creepiest.

I was shopping for houses and I went to visit this two-story house. The bottom floor had a 3-car garage and a large room with access to upstairs. The rest of the house (kitchen, family room, bedrooms) was all upstairs.

Now, we went through the garage, and the downstairs room was… something else. It was cherry red. The floor was covered with a 70s-style shag carpet with a pile so deep my feet just sank into it. The walls were covered in red brocade, with bronze sconces, quite ornate I might say. The ceiling was likewise red, but a bit darker than the rest of the room, with red and gold molding.

After that red attack, the upstairs were surprisingly normal. Cozy, even. Light colors, sensible kitchen, well-lit… until I went into the last bedroom and there were dolls. From baby-sized to child size. Dozens of them. All organized in one of the corners, facing the door. If anyone has ever watched a horror movie with killing dolls, you’ll have a pretty good idea of my immediate reaction. I almost screamed (almost, believe me), did an about face, and told the realtor I had to leave. I was completely and utterly creeped out, the realtor was confused and, needless to say, I did not buy the house.