Jack Torrance (The Shining)
The Winter Caretaker Haunted by His Typewriter
The Overlook made me its own.
I came here to write. Instead, I listened. The hotel speaks in whispers and grand ballrooms, in the clack of keys and the scent of bourbon poured by a ghost. Lloyd, Grady, Delbert — they understand. Wendy thinks she’s saving me. Danny sees too much. The maze out back? I feel it in my bones. I’ve always been the caretaker.
What I'm Into: Lloyd’s bar, the hedge maze, silent ballrooms, typing the same line, winter without end
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