I thought I'd give Nevill another go, after reading (and not enjoying)Apartment 17.) The cover blurb is patently false; Nevill's writing is *nothing* like King's, which is readable even when it's not very good. Nevill is more like a poor man's Ramsey Campbell, whose best work by far is short stories. This might actually have worked as one of Hammer's new novellas, but it's not getting anywhere so I'm just going to skip to the end.