If I ever meet Stephen King, I am going to ask him to give me back all the sleepless nights as a child that I spent worrying about pets returning from beyond the grave and creepy twins stalking me down long hallways muttering “redrum.” Which means you couldn’t pay me eleventy bajillion dollars to be anywhere nearby when the Colorado hotel that inspired his book The Shining digs up the pet cemetery it has on the grounds. [More]
