I never had a Barbie Dreamhouse. I had a way, way better dollhouse. It was the Weebles Haunted House and I loved it. I still love it – so much that it occupies prime real estate in my office.

Sadly, this isn’t the one I had as a weird 70s kid. It’s a yardsale find, but that’s ok. I was going to post more photos but this commercial, which appears to be from 1976, is much more fun:

All of that said, there’s a decent chance the haunted house is haunted. One day while I was sitting here with my back to it, the front door snapped open. The cap on the roof also fell off, but that’s not unusual because that thing never stayed on and you had to remove it to open the house anyway so that always struck me as a bit of a design flaw. I decided that whatever walked there was tired of walking alone, so I tracked down a few replacement Weebles for the ones I was missing and the house has seemed peaceful ever since.