One time, I applied to be a janitor at an Adult Video store in Denver that had an "arcade" down a dark hallway. The building was gross and dimly lit, and open 24/7 with discreet parking out back. Despite a smoking ban in place for years, the inside still reeked of cigarettes and shame. Not one ounce of me wanted to work in that shithole but my reasoning was if I lowered the bar THAT much for myself, then every other job I’d have in life afterward wouldn’t seem as bad.
Watching A Haunted House is kinda like the movie version of that.