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Adrenaline rush
man with a green ghoulmask
the carpet pattern appeared to move, swaying and twining sinuously.
I don’t think so.
Haha
the thing
it
it…kill
it,
There was nothing of the real Jack in that howling, maundering, petulant voice, though.
Senile dementia.
Simile metwphor
She was hearing the lunatic, raving voice of the Overlook itself.
A high, insectile buzzing sound.
nightmarish as a moving gargoyle.
Smile
Cottrell’s mitten
a very battered old Zippo lighter. He had bought it in Germany in 1954.
Haha
Durkin’s parka
He would show them that… that he… that he was of managerial timber!
his trespassing son.
darkness and hallways
Doors and corners - Miller’s advice / warnings in The Expanse
lay within the body of the hotel
Question ?? Tony?
He had been afraid every day for two months now, to a degree that ranged from dull disquiet to outright, mind-bending terror.
He could accept the possibility of his own death, he had dealt with that since the encounter in Room 217. But not hers. Not Daddy’s. Not ever.
Danny…you’re in a place deep down in your own mind. The place where I am. I’m a part of you, Danny.”
“I didn’t bring you here, Danny. You brought yourself. Because you knew.”
This is an Overlook where no one can ever come.
Hoarse, huckstering; they were uttered in a coarse imitation of his father’s voice, but it wasn’t Daddy. He knew that now. He knew
A long and nightmarish masquerade party went on here, and had gone on for years.
Simile - oddlyz inappropriate
No, not now, anyway: mom killed daddy a buy ago.
halfling
your father…he’s with the hotel now, Danny.
Behind him the thing’s temper broke through the shambling charade of normality.
The controlling force of the Overlook, in the shape of his father, blundering around on the first floor.
Locked doors frowned down at him as they had done in the dreams, the visions, only now he was in the world of real things, where the game was played for keeps.
there was only the wind, howling and whooping endlessly.
In the world of real things, the hunt was beginning.
the insectile, buzzing sound of the motor
The thing that was after him screamed and howled and cursed.
Dream and reality had joined together without a seam.
“You’re a mask,” Danny said. “Just a false face. The only reason the hotel needs to use you is that you aren’t as dead as the others. But when it’s done with you, you won’t be anything at all. You don’t scare me.”
And you cheated! You copied that final exam!”
Question?
They promised me I could look all I want.” It raised the mallet again. “Yes, they promise,” Danny said, “but they lie.”
The mallet hesitated at the top of its swing.
flashing like a meteor,
Simile
they lie here. Everything is a lie and a cheat.
You’re it, not my daddy. You’re the hotel. And when you get what you want, you won’t give my daddy anything because you’re selfish.
suddenly his daddy was there, looking at him in mortal agony, and a sorrow so great that Danny’s heart flamed within his chest.
