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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Hell House about Hell, Stephen, King with the genre: Comics & Graphic Novels, Graphic Novels.
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conversations.value: " Hell House is the scariest haunted house novel ever written. It looms over the rest the way the mountains loom over the foothills." --Stephen King
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book titled Hell House about Hell, Stephen, King with the genre: Comics & Graphic Novels, Graphic Novels.
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conversations.value: Hell House (novel): The story concerns four people – dr Lionel Barrett, a physicist with an interest in parapsychology, his wife Edith, and two mediums (Florence Tanner, a Spiritualist and mental medium, and Benjamin Franklin Fischer, a physical medium) – who are hired by dying millionaire William Reinhardt Deutsch to investigate the possibility of life after death.\nTo do so, they must enter the infamous Belasco House in Maine, regarded as the most haunted house in the world.\nThe house is called "Hell House" due to the horrible acts of blasphemy and perversion that occurred there under the silent influence and supervision of Emeric Belasco.\nFischer is the only survivor of a failed investigation attempt thirty years earlier.\nThe novel combines supernatural horror with mystery as the researchers attempt to investigate the haunting of the house while their sanity is subtly undermined by its sinister supernatural influence.\nDuring the investigation, various influences begin to affect each character\'s personal weaknesses: Florence through her belief in Spiritualism and her over-eagerness to rid the house of its evil; dr Barrett through his almost-arrogant disbelief in/disregard for Spiritualism, his belief in science, and his debilitated physical condition (having suffered from polio when young); Edith through her personal fears, insecurities and pent-up desires; and Fischer through his deliberate inaction (which he calls "caution").\nHell House\'s potency comes from its apparent ability to corrupt those who enter its walls, before bringing about their destruction, both mental and physical.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Hell House
  He told her, and she smiled. "It is a fantastic house, isn't it? A museum of treasures. If it weren't haunted—" Lionel's expression made her stop.
  Barrett sat down on her bed and put aside his cane. "Were you frightened before?" he asked. "You were very quiet after the sitting."
  Barrett shrugged. "Impossible to analyze. It might take years to trace down each remark and determine its source. We only have a week. The physical effects are where the answer lies."
  He broke off as she looked across his shoulder with a gasp. Twisting around, he saw that the rocking chair had begun to move.
  Barrett stood and limped across the room. He stood beside the chair and watched it rocking back and forth. "It's likely the breeze," he told her.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Alarm had started rising in him then. Grabbing his cane, he'd stood, his attention caught by the brandy decanter on the table, the silver cup. Crossing to the cabinet, he'd looked down at the photographs, tensing as he saw what they were.
  He'd turned in dismay, hobbling to the door as quickly as he could, trying not to panic; but everything about the situation was ominous: his manuscript thrown to the floor, those photographs, the brandy decanter back on the table, and on top of all that, Edith's absence.
  He'd hurried into the corridor and moved to Florence Tanner's room. Knocking, he'd waited for several seconds, then knocked again. When there'd been no reply, he'd opened the door, to see Miss Tanner heavily asleep on her bed. He'd backed out, shut the door, and moved to Fischer's room.
  He'd heard her voice as he crossed the entry hall, her tone unnatural as she said, "It's delicious!" With renewed alarm, he'd hastened his steps.
  Then he'd reached the archway and was frozen there, staring into the great hall with a stunned expression, watching Edith, sweater open, bra unhooked, advancing on Fischer, breasts in her hands, ordering him to—
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: He turned abruptly and looked around. Setting down the leg, he crossed the floor and put his hands against the wall. "My God," he said.
  He made a scoffing noise. "Then again, Belasco may have beaten himself; I suspect that's part of it, too. After all, he'd been waiting thirty years for more guests. Maybe he was so eager to utilize his power again that he overextended himself, made the first mistakes of his existence in this house."
  He stopped at the door, and both of them turned. For a long time they stood quietly. Edith thought about returning to Manhattan and to life without Lionel. She couldn't visualize it, but for now a kind of inexplicable peace had taken hold of her. She had the remnants of his manuscript with her. She'd see to its publication, see to it that people in his field learned what he'd accomplished. After that she'd worry about herself.
  Fischer looked around, extending tendrils of unconscious thought. As he did, he wondered, consciously, what lay ahead for him. Not that it mattered. Whatever it was, he had a chance to face it now. It was bizarre that, in this house, where his horror had first begun, he should feel the returning stir of self-assurance.
  They took a final look around. Then, without another word, they went outside and moved into the mist. Fischer grunted, mumbled something.