Gravity House

The lobby tells the truth. Flat floor, square walls, a body that knows exactly where it is.

Then the tunnel. Dark. Just long enough.

On the other side, the house is wrong.

Fourteen degrees sounds like nothing. On a hillside you wouldn't notice it. Inside a room it's enough to send your hand looking for a wall. The next door makes it eighteen. The last one, twenty-two, where a pendulum taller than you swings through the crooked hall, tracing a straight line the room refuses to accept....