The Shining (Kubrick Version)

Part 8: Wednesday

The snow was getting heavier and a weather emergency had been broadcast. Supermarkets were jam packed with people buying supplies and chemists were forced to call security to fight crowds of people. At The Overlook Hotel, it was gloomy and cold. The TV reception was gone so the Torrances were forced to either watch VHS tapes or just do whatever. It was 12:32pm when Danny finally entered Room 237. He was on the second floor on the carpet next to the elevator and near The Colorado Lounge grand staircase, tracing his cars on the patterns on the carpet, using them as roads. That was when the yellow, bouncing ball rolled to him. He looked up. There was nobody there. One of the room doors was open ajar. Danny stood up and walked to the door.

"Mum?" he called. There was no response. He walked into the room and saw that the bathroom door was open. The shower curtain was pulled aside. Danny walked to the bathtub, thinking that his mother was taking a bath. How unusual, he thought. Mummy has her own bathroom in our quarters. Why would she need to use one of the room's bathtubs? He stood in front of the bathtub and pulled it aside. The woman lay in the bathtub, dead. Her eyes were closed and one arm dangled out of the bath, it's wrists slit. The other arm lay in the green, noxious water, it's hand sitting on the woman's vagina. Her eyes opened. Danny screamed. The woman smiled and stood up. Danny ran out of the bathroom and the door slammed shut without anyone even being there! Danny ran to the door and pounded on it.

"MUMMY!" he screamed. "DADDY! HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!" There was nobody there. The second floor was completely abandoned. Danny banged on the door, weeping and crying for help. He had to get out! Then, he felt wet, cold hands on his shoulder. Danny felt urine come out of his penis and trickle down his leg. His jeans went wet. The woman turned Danny around and smiled.

"Now we can get down to business," she smiled. Danny opened his mouth to scream but the woman put her hands around his neck and Danny gagged before his scream came out. Danny looked at the woman whose eyes were green and piggish. Her grin was pure disturbing. Danny stood there as the woman strangled him, until he passed out and fell to the floor, where he lay there for an hour, unconscious but still alive. When he would wake up, the door would be open ajar and the room would be empty. The hotel's evil aura was beginning to grow. 

Wendy was dumping the boiler when she heard the screams. But it wasn't her son. It was her husband. Her husband was uttering short but muffled screams. It was when the screams became longer and louder that she ran from the basement to The Colorado Lounge, calling her husband's name. She ran into the lounge and saw her husband sitting at his work bench, his head on the typewriter. He was screaming.

"JACK!" screamed Wendy. She ran through the empty lounge, not noticing a traumatized, small figure walking slowly down the grand staircase. She tapped Jack and Jack fell to the floor. He woke up and gasped. Drool dribbled from his lips and he sat up. Wendy was bent down next to him, her arm around him.

"What's wrong?" asked Wendy. "Jack, tell me what's wrong." Jack looked at his wife with horror. 

"That was the worst dream I've ever had," gasped Jack.

"It's okay," she whispered. "Tell me what happened."

"I dreamed," he gasped, taking big breaths of air. "I dreamed that I killed you and Danny. But I didn't just kill you. I chopped you both into little pieces. With an axe!" He put his hands to his face and wept. "Oh my god," he wailed. "I must be losing my mind."

"Everything's okay," soothed Wendy. "Come on, let's go to the kitchen and get a drink of water." She helped her husband sit up. That was when she saw Danny walking slowly to both his parents, sucking his thumb. Oh God, thought Wendy. Now I have to deal with Danny. He must've seen the whole thing. 

"Danny," she shouted, cheerily. "Everything's okay. Just go play in your room for a while. Your Dad's just got a headache." Danny didn't reply. He kept walking to his parents. Wendy ran to her son. "Danny," she sighed. "Why don't you mind me?" That was when she bent down in front of her son and she saw the bruises on her sons neck. "Oh Jesus," she whispered. "Danny. What happened to your neck?" Her son didn't reply. He stared at her blankly. "Danny!" she wailed. "What happened to your neck?!" She hugged her son, then she looked at her husband. Jack was sitting there, looking at his wife and son with shock. Wendy picked up her traumatized son and stared at her husband with pure horror.