It was terrible!
My dad got a job as caretaker at this old hotel up in the mountains, and so him, me and my mum had to move up there for a while, it was huge! One of those kinda places where the halls seem to stretch forever. I was quite apprehensive about he whole thing though, cos my wagging finger said that there was something really bad about the place. Then we met this black guy who started thinking ice creamy thoughts at me!! He says I've got this thing called 'the shining'...I think he's coming on to me...but my finger knows that he's scared of something in room 273...

Later on I was just riding my tricycle around the corridors...no-one around, we can do what we want right? Wrong!! These 2 little jailbaters come up to me and tell me to play with them! Of course I'm not gonna fucking touch them, 1 - my parents would spaz and 2 - THEY'RE NOT REAL!! I'm starting to get really nervous about this place, and I think it's getting to my dad. He's a writer, and a shit one at that, all he ever writes about these days is how he's having to work loads, but can't go out and play, and this makes him bored. I think this place has got ghosts or something in it. Then my dad really started freaking out and hit me! My mum knocked him out a locked him in a fridge.

Long story short my dad tried to kill us, I had to summon the pervy guy who introduced us, but what does he do? Gets axed by my dad...he was a total knobcheese anyway. There was somethign about some red rum, a river of blood and then I had to sneak away from my dad in some hedge maze...he was an abusive bastard anyway...he's probably dead.

I did a ouija-board seance later on (using a shotglass) to try and contact him, but if the music's playing it means they've run out of spirits, so that went nowhere.

Yours, D Torrance
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