1408--Despair in the House of Horrors

Edgardo 2022-07-28 15:14:04

"Everything is nothing, even I may be nothing, but only this flame is real." Despair doesn't seem so scary anymore. The only scary thing is that when we thought we had already escaped from the sea of despair, we suddenly found that happiness is nothing but a beautiful nightmare, and the despair that has not disappeared is the real reality.

When the post office was smashed to smithereens, 1408 appeared in front of my eyes again with unprecedented realism, and I saw the fear and despair bursting out of the man's face.

A rope, or an hour of a nightmare that repeats endlessly over and over again. How should I choose? I have no strength to choose. For the people who died in this room, at this time, death seems to be a beautiful dream. The raging flames burn. I see a man smoking a cigarette with contempt. In the end, we can finally choose our own way to leave, right?

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  • Katie: [while room burns] Daddy... Everyone dies.

    Mike Enslin: [Starts laughing hysterically]

  • Mike Enslin: It's good to be back. That's enough of that. Alcohol.

    [walks over to the mini-fridge and opens it, only to discover Gerald Olin talking to him]

    Gerald Olin: I was just checking to see if the accommodations are exceeding your expectations.

    Mike Enslin: YOU KNOW GODDAMN WELL THEY ARE! What do you want from me?

    Gerald Olin: No, no, no. What do you want? What do you want, Mr. Enslin? You sought this room.

    Mike Enslin: It was a job, I was just doing the job.

    Gerald Olin: I beg your pardon?

    Mike Enslin: My job, I'm a writer.

    Gerald Olin: Oh, that's right, you don't believe in anything. You like shattering people's hopes.

    Mike Enslin: Oh, that's bullshit!

    Gerald Olin: Why do you think people believe in ghosts? For fun? No, it's the prospect of something after death. How many spirits have you broken?

    Mike Enslin: What do you want from me? Huh? What do you want from me? You...

    [starts violently ripping the fridge apart]

    Mike Enslin: You little...

    [kicks the fridge repeatedly]

    Mike Enslin: WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT?

    [slams the mini-fridge shut]

    Mike Enslin: I want... my DRINK!