One of my all-time favorite short stories. And He Built a Crooked House is about a house built in the shape of a tesseract:

When the architect of the house, the owner of the house and his wife go to have a look around they find that an earthquake from the previous day has caused parts of the house to be folded into the fourth dimension; leaving only one room visible and accessible. Unwisely they enter the house and major dimensional weirdness ensues.

The warping of space and dimensions remind me of M. C. Escher’s drawings, “Relativity” in particular:
The story is humorous in tone and quite mind blowing. I cannot tell you any more without spoiling the story; I can, however, make a link to an awesome demo of this crooked house.

If you would like to read this story online just google the title, I am not sure what the copyright status of this (1941) story is so I won’t put in a link. ( )

"And he built a crooked house" foi o meu primeiro conto de Heinlein. Depois de ter lido alguns dos romances, herdados do meu progenitor, decidi experimentar os contos. Se o conceito da história é possível ou se faz sentido do ponto de vista científica é coisa que não me interessa minimamente. Interessa é que me manteve entretido. Mas não queria morar numa casa assim. ( )