It's so insane I haven't ever told anyone or even revisited once the experience with childhood friends I haven't seen in 30 years...
But when I was 8 or 9, there was an abandoned farm house me and two friends went into.
We were too chicken to go more than 2 steps into the basement, but from the narrow beam of our flashlight we could see a 6x3 ish hole dug into the dirt floor.
Suddenly, erupting from the entire house was the deafening sounds of thousands of dry sticks (... Bones?) snapping.
We ran. Just full terror running.
I was the furthest down the stairs, and so was the last out of the house. I looked back for a moment, and what had been bare white walls upstairs were bursting with a tsunami of black coarse straight hair.
The house has long since been torn down, and another has been built in it's place. The town has grown around it.
OPs post is a meme, but it hits