Placeholder: [art by Mil Mascaras] A disturbing party takes place at the Colorado Lounge in the sinister Overlook Hotel. The event is a ghostly reenactment of a glamorous 1920s party, filled with long-dead guests dressed in elegant attire. A ghostly celebration where all the characters are "costumed", not in typical costumes, but as people who are no longer what they appear to be: everyone there is dead. The guests are masked by the appearance of life, when in reality they are apparitions from the hotel's da [art by Mil Mascaras] A disturbing party takes place at the Colorado Lounge in the sinister Overlook Hotel. The event is a ghostly reenactment of a glamorous 1920s party, filled with long-dead guests dressed in elegant attire. A ghostly celebration where all the characters are "costumed", not in typical costumes, but as people who are no longer what they appear to be: everyone there is dead. The guests are masked by the appearance of life, when in reality they are apparitions from the hotel's da

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[art by Mil Mascaras] A disturbing party takes place at the Colorado Lounge in the sinister Overlook Hotel. The event is a ghostly reenactment of a glamorous 1920s party, filled with long-dead guests dressed in elegant attire. A ghostly celebration where all the characters are "costumed", not in typical costumes, but as people who are no longer what they appear to be: everyone there is dead. The guests are masked by the appearance of life, when in reality they are apparitions from the hotel's da

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