I've had indigestion more suspenseful than this stinker.
Just as you're led to believe it's all been a terrible dream, John Cusack's career takes one final lap around the drain and he lights the room on fire, killing himself and destroying the ol' 1408. I've painted myself into corners before, too, so it's cool.
Stephen King, you crafty bastard, you have won again.
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