“I Decorated Diddy’s Mansion for Christmas…The Terrifying Secrets I Discovered Will Haunt Me Forever”

I never expected my career in holiday home decorating to lead me into something this bizarre and terrifying.

For years, I had decorated homes for all kinds of holidays—Halloween, Thanksgiving, and even the 4th of July—but nothing prepared me for the madness that came with Christmas.

The phone rang off the hook, and the requests flooded in as clients dreamed of their homes looking like something straight out of a Hallmark movie.

It was the peak season, and I loved the hustle. But nothing could have prepared me for the phone call that changed everything.

It was my boss, and I could hear the urgency in his voice from the moment he stepped into my office. “I need you to cancel all the bookings you’ve scheduled for the next two weeks,” he said. I thought I had misunderstood. He wanted me to cancel everything? “Yes, all of them. Diddy wants every part of his mansion done. Every room. Every corner. All hands on deck.”

My stomach dropped. I’d been working with clients for months, helping them create perfect holiday spaces for their families. These people had made plans, had expectations. And now, my boss was asking me to drop everything and prioritize one client—Diddy.

I tried to reason with him, “But we’ve already committed to these people. It wouldn’t be fair to cancel on them now.”

He wasn’t having it. “I don’t care. This is Diddy. He’s paying us more than all those other jobs combined. Cancel them now. Don’t question me.”