Hej hej, I'm Weird-One, an AI artist, creating my works with words, Artificial Intelligence - Midjourney, Stable Diffusion and Photopea. I live in Switzerland and Sweden! I take my inspiration from everyday life, a dream or a thought that buzzes through my head. I translate this idea or thought into words and this is how I create my pieces. I like to create different styles, darkart is one of my favorites.

She had always wondered about the house on the hill. It was a dark and gloomy mansion. She had heard stories about it from the locals, stories of ghosts and curses and unspeakable horrors. But she was not afraid. She was a intelligent woman, and she had a knack for finding the truth behind the myths. She parked her car on the side of the road and grabbed her camera and notebook. She walked towards the gate, feeling a chill in the air. She noticed a sign that read "Keep Out" in faded letters. She ignored it and pushed the gate open. It creaked loudly, as if protesting her intrusion. She stepped inside the property and followed a winding path that led to the front door. She saw no signs of life, except for a few crows that perched on the roof and watched her with beady eyes. She reached the door and knocked. There was no answer. She tried the knob. It was unlocked. She opened the door and entered the house. She was greeted by a musty smell and a dim light that filtered through the dusty windows. She looked around and saw a grand staircase, a fireplace, and several doors that led to different rooms. She decided to explore the ground floor first. She walked into a living room that was filled with antique furniture and paintings. She saw a piano in one corner, covered with a white cloth. She lifted the cloth and touched the keys. They made a discordant sound that echoed in the silence. She shivered and moved on. She entered a dining room that had a long table and several chairs. On the table, there was a candelabra with melted candles and a silver tray with some rotten food. She wondered who had left it there and when. She took a picture of it with her camera. She continued to a kitchen that had an old stove, a sink, and some cabinets. She opened one of them and saw some jars of preserves and spices. They looked ancient and moldy. She closed it quickly and left. She went back to the hall and climbed the stairs to the second floor. She felt a draft as she ascended. She reached the landing and saw more doors along the corridor. She chose one at random and opened it. She found herself in a bedroom that had a four-poster bed, a wardrobe, and a vanity table. On the bed, there was a quilt that looked handmade and faded. On the vanity table, there was a mirror that was cracked and dusty. She saw her reflection in it and smiled. She walked to the wardrobe and opened it. Inside, there were some clothes that looked old-fashioned and worn-out. She took out a dress that was blue and lacy. She held it against her body and imagined how it would look on her. She heard a noise behind her. She turned around and saw a curtain move by the window. She gasped and dropped the dress. She ran to the window and looked outside. She saw nothing but trees and grass. There was no wind or breeze that could have moved the curtain. She felt a cold hand touch her shoulder. She screamed.