Do NOT listen to the soundtrack of The Shining while writing in an empty house by yourself. It's really, really, really fucking creepy.
I am now bouncing a ball off the wall, and muttering to myself. Soon I will go upstairs to Room 237. The dead woman in the bath has been making eyes at me. Come to think of it, so has the guy down the hall in the bear costume.
I'm putting something cheerful on now.