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.@shanesmith30 In my case, "entourage" means saltines, tea and a book. If hell is other people, then an entourage is the Hell That Loiters.
Where do people find the social wattage to build & maintain an entourage? I thought success meant you earned quiet & solitude.

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Wed, Oct 11


31 HORROR STORIES – “The Seventh Floor” (1966)

@ 12:00 PM

Dino Buzzati was an Italian journalist who wrote reasonable, matter-of-fact horror stories. I almost chose "Catastrophe" -- about commuters heading north on a high-tech train who, looking out their windows, see every living thing on the planet heading south as fast as they can.

But "The Seventh Floor" strikes a little closer to home for me. It's about, in my opinion, the scariest thing in the world -- hospitals.

Think about hospitals. They're the home for super-viruses. The doctors and staff are exhausted and impatient. And, if you're one to believe in ghosts? Hospitals and battlefields, logically, have got to be lousy with them. No one dies in a graveyard.

Maybe the protagonist in "The Seventh Floor" has something worse than death waiting for him when he checks into a hospital with a minor complaint. But, through a series of bureaucratic mishaps (and a VERY friendly, helpful staff) he's moved, floor by floor, to the dreaded Seventh Floor.

And no one comes back from the Seventh Floor.



 
 
   
   
   
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