It's October in 1974, and Stephen King has writer's block.

He couldn't come up with an idea for the next big book, and his wife suggested what about

a change of scenery.

They out of just randomly picked Colorado, picked Boulder, got a little apartment, and

they're out driving one day in Estus, which is right by Boulder, and they see this incredible

building, and he's going, what in the world is that?

The building is a giant hotel, called the Stanley Hotel, 140 rooms nestled in the Rocky

Mountains.

You can tell it was once a grand place, but when they pull up, it is shabby, it is run

down.

To go into the lobby to the reception desk, it's a fall day, and there's a chill settling

into the air.

The hotel is cold.

There is no heat.

It is the last day of the season, and so they're going, well, sir, most of the staffs

gone home.

We can give you a room for tonight, but the dining room, the chairs are already up on the

tables.

We have very limited food, we can offer you.

Sure, if you want to stay here tonight.

They have dinner in the empty dining room, and music echoes down the hall, the band playing

for no one.

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