Abjectively

A short story, in which I had other people choose all the adjectives - except they didn't know what they were being used for.

The night was sexy and disorganised, as a slimy figure creeped towards the red house. Opening the elephantine door, the man emitted an effervescent laugh. So far his plan had been gelatinous. All he had to do now was steal the antagonistic jewels from the tasty basement and his plan would be complete.

Walking down the fluffy stairs, the figure was once again shrouded in eerie darkness. Suddenly, he stepped on something yellow. The pain was long, and he almost emitted a thick cry. Gritting his teeth, the man continued his slippery descent. Suddenly he spied a horrifying glow, coming from a chest in a corner of the basement floor. Rushing towards it, his face contorted into a deafening smile. Opening the chest, he was bathed in a juicy white light, and he knew he had completed his insensitive quest.

Striding up the stairs, jewels in hand, the man once again smiled with ecstatic glee. The house was still very blue, the absolute windows only letting through old shards of moonlight. The man took a few sparkly steps, but then paused. An inquisitive breeze wafted through the room, and the phosphorescent sound of a door echoed with a sarcastic creek. A legible wave of fear passed over the man as he realised he was no longer alone. As the man broke into an objective run for the exit, the ground seemed to shake beneath him. They had told him about the funny spirits inhabiting this despondent mansion many times, but he had never truly believed them, until now.

Crying out in terror, the man's face turned stupendous, his heart racing almost as fast as his beautiful footsteps. With disbelief, he caught sight of pugnacious paintings of soggy noblemen, seemingly floating in mid-air. The house trembled with a sinister moan, and the grotesque sound of windows breaking reverberated against the snazzy walls. The man burst through the pretentious main doors, after almost being skewered by several sophisticated timbers falling from the ceiling. Gasping for breath, the man turned to look at the mansion, but it had collapsed into a notorious sinkhole. A wretched smile once again returned to the man's face as he knew he had survived this loose ordeal. His hand reached for the jewels in his pocket, but could only feel a pile of perspicacious dust.