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Fifteen years, technically sixteen really, but he'd been watching all that time. While his mother was alive, he'd been more discreet but after she and Dick had both passed on, he'd had no reason to keep up the front. School had been difficult at best, but he'd finally finished, and college wasn't even something he wanted to try. When the news of the re-opening of the resort hotel in Colorado had come to his attemtion though, he knew what he had to do.
It had been rebuilt, whitewashed, but he could still feel the pull as he approached from the town below the mountain. People were so fucking stupid and couldn't leave well enough alone. The history of the site should have been enough to make anyone re-think the idea of resurrecting that place, but greed won. It always won.
He stood at the end of the drive, staring up at the building silently. The grounds were different, those animals gone for good, at least, but that didn't mean a damn thing with the hotel standing in front of him. Everything inside it was probably new and shining, but it wasn't slated to open till spring, which of course meant they needed someone to take care of the place in the meantime.
There was the ghost of a bitter smile on his lips at that thought. His mother would never have understood why he needed to come back. She'd put all this to rest when they'd escaped the first time, but for him, it was different. She'd grieved for his father, of course, but he didn't hold any illusions about that either. If he'd lived, they would have probably ended up divorcing eventually, even if she'd tried to stay for his sake. Jack Torrance had been a weak man in his own way, after all.
So this was about laying ghosts to rest 'again' and seeing if the hotel was still as evil as he remembered. Even if it had burned to the ground before, that wasn't necessarily enough to cleanse it. He exhaled a slow breath before walking towards the building, forcing himself not to drag his feet. He'd already gotten the job of caretaker, using the name Anthony Hallorann, and nobody had even looked at him twice. Danny had died when his father had gone up with the old hotel, even if his mother never stopped using that name.
The doors were unlocked and he hesitated only a moment before he stepped inside. The job was supposed to be easy enough, and while the hotel was technically isolated, there were still several snow mobiles if he needed to get down to town.
It had been rebuilt, whitewashed, but he could still feel the pull as he approached from the town below the mountain. People were so fucking stupid and couldn't leave well enough alone. The history of the site should have been enough to make anyone re-think the idea of resurrecting that place, but greed won. It always won.
He stood at the end of the drive, staring up at the building silently. The grounds were different, those animals gone for good, at least, but that didn't mean a damn thing with the hotel standing in front of him. Everything inside it was probably new and shining, but it wasn't slated to open till spring, which of course meant they needed someone to take care of the place in the meantime.
There was the ghost of a bitter smile on his lips at that thought. His mother would never have understood why he needed to come back. She'd put all this to rest when they'd escaped the first time, but for him, it was different. She'd grieved for his father, of course, but he didn't hold any illusions about that either. If he'd lived, they would have probably ended up divorcing eventually, even if she'd tried to stay for his sake. Jack Torrance had been a weak man in his own way, after all.
So this was about laying ghosts to rest 'again' and seeing if the hotel was still as evil as he remembered. Even if it had burned to the ground before, that wasn't necessarily enough to cleanse it. He exhaled a slow breath before walking towards the building, forcing himself not to drag his feet. He'd already gotten the job of caretaker, using the name Anthony Hallorann, and nobody had even looked at him twice. Danny had died when his father had gone up with the old hotel, even if his mother never stopped using that name.
The doors were unlocked and he hesitated only a moment before he stepped inside. The job was supposed to be easy enough, and while the hotel was technically isolated, there were still several snow mobiles if he needed to get down to town.
