Francis Bacon style, oil painting, existential horror, distorted gothic mansion twisting in on itself, walls pulsating like stretched flesh, shattered windows gaping like screaming mouths, elongated corridors dissolving into darkness, grotesque smears of crimson and sickly yellow staining the decayed walls, warped figures trapped within the architecture, contorted faces fused into the rotting wooden beams, a massive doorway yawning like a black void, staircases spiraling impossibly into empty space, flickering light casting violent, shifting shadows, faceless specters emerging from peeling wallpaper, phantom limbs stretching from beneath warped floorboards, a single chair in the center of a vast empty hall, blood pooling underneath as if the walls themselves are weeping, the air thick with the scent of rot and despair, a distorted figure standing in the distance, its form flickering between human and monstrous, mouth stretched wide in a silent, endless scream