A young Dale sits with his great-grandfather, Rhett, in the nursing home, "We're supposed to talk to our oldest relative, and ask what life was like when he was my age." 77 years separate the two, so as great-grandfathers do he begins to tell him about a radio show that existed before television came along. But then he tells the boy to stop recording and begins to tell him a story that cannot be handed in to the teacher. It's a story from his childhood. One that he has never shared. 
 It's a story about the mother who left her children to move just across town - "I only moved out because it wouldn't have been safe for you boys and your father if I stayed" - because of the things she saw in a world that existed just on the other side of their own. Things that wanted to break through. 
 "...the thing she was really afraid of was in the house with her all along." 
 "What? What was she afraid of?" 
 "She was afraid of the cookie jar." 
 I can tell you that Rhett and his brother end up with the cookie jar, and that it never empties. I don't think I could eat what came out of that jar, no matter how good it tasted, but the reason they do can be seen as a sad one. I get that. Like in some of King's other short stories, the paranormal is crosses with the thoughtful to display the ugliness of two worlds. 
 Loved the writing. No surprise there. But I almost gave it three stars due to the ending, until I thought a about it. Rhett does something here and I said, "Why?" Well, it just may have been out of his hands.