The ghosts are furious. The staff are oblivious. The gift shop closes at six.
Oh. Five of them. In the Long Room. They've been watching you scroll.
Rocks in the House is an adult animated comedy set inside a roadside attraction built by a long-vanished eccentric: a maze of bizarre collections and ceiling-hung oddities. The dead are bound to the objects on display, trapped for eternity among strangers' junk, and furious about it. They can move things, break things, and mess with the living all day long. The staff can't see or hear any of it. They each have their own way of not dealing with it.
Two hundred feet of windows hanging out over the pines with nothing underneath the far end. Don’t look down. Everyone looks down.
A three-story sea monster, mid-bite, forever. It has one eye. It follows you. That’s just the paint.
Thousands of lights. Hundreds of animals. Zero horses. One Dottie. Please don’t sit on Dottie.
A mechanical orchestra. Nobody plays it. Everybody hears it. The Maestro says it’s flat.
Four hundred dolls. Walk through, then look back. They’re closer. Do not look back twice.
A whole town street, indoors, closed since before your grandparents were born. Doc Hollis still has a shop here. Do not buy the tonic.