ut at the library in Denver when
the caretaking job was over。 Every hotel has its ghost？ The Overlook had a whole
coven of them。 First suicide； then the Mafia； what next？
The next clipping was an angry denial of Brannigar's charges by Charles
Grondin。 Jack smirked at it。
The clipping on the next page was so large that it had been folded。 Jack
unfolded it and gasped harshly。 The picture there seemed to leap out at him： the
wallpaper had been changed since June of 1966； but he knew that window and the
view perfectly well。 It was the western exposure of the Presidentia