Meh. King tried to juggle a lot in this one, and I feel like a more simplified storyline with fewer characters would've made it creepier. It's the story of an author who develops writer's block in the wake of his wife's unexpected death, and who rediscovers his ability to write only when he returns to their vacation home. However, the vacation home seems haunted - messages appear on the fridge using alphabet magnets, strange noises come from the basement. Add to this a three-year-old child who is at the center of beyond-bitter custody case and a town legacy that's so ugly it continues to ripple through current generations in unexpected ways. There's a lot going on, and - for the first time with a King novel - I found myself impatient for it to end. I'm still a fan - I'd just recommend going with one of his other books.