The house that should not be (competition entry)

When stars align and night is still,
And gibbous moon bears eerie chill,
Perched upon, dark dreary hill,
Resides the house that should not be.

Who knows what horrors lurk inside
Where fear and loathing coincide,
And death itself has faltered, died,
How did this abomination come to be?
‘Tis a horrid mystery...

Warped doors and window panes,
Wrapped in howls of fear and pain,
Driving those nearby insane,
It is a malformed monstrosity.

This aberration you will find,
Mercifully, one of a kind,
An architecture made of fevered mind,
At the crossroads of infinity,
‘Tis a macabre obscenity.

Where corruption grows, twists and turns,
Blasphemous chaos swells and churns,
Seared by deep infernal burns,
Resides the house that should not be.

It’s presence solid, or so you feel,
But there is alas, one last reveal,
The house itself, well its not real,
My dearest friend can’t you see,
‘Tis naught but your insanity...