Emma Chamberlain

The butt is not poking out.

It's okay, but anyway, there's a house at the very top of the hill.

It's like, once I reach the top, time to turn around and go back down.

And there's this house and it's always been intriguing to me.

Let me paint the picture for you, okay?

It's sort of a massive property and you can see a lot of it.

It is behind a gate, but you can see a lot of it.

There's a tennis court.

I think there's a pool.

It sort of looks like if you were to walk inside, it would be like a Disneyland ride, like a theme park ride.

Like it kind of has this it's like the paint is pastel.

There's something a little whimsical about it.

It's very retro looking.

And it is ultimately decrepit.

Like it's falling apart a little bit.

Not like to the point where it's like, you know, the walls are coming off and you can see inside the house.

Not to that extent, but like, you know, the paint's chipping.

Everything about it is old and kind of falling apart.

There's spider webs everywhere.

And I have never seen an ounce of movement happening before.