So, this book. 
 Naturally, when I first read the title, the first thought that came to me (as I'm sure it did to a lot of other readers) was of Samara, from "The Ring" but it's so clearly far from that. Not even close. I've always been a fan of Japanese tales. While a lot of them are beautiful with an engaging story to tell, their horror stories are definitely something else entirely. Tell me any horror story you want, but a Japanese horror tale will probably have me sitting in the corner with my face buried in a pillow while I think of happy things to keep myself from screaming. 
 I was a little reluctant to read this book; I used to read an abundant number of horror books when I was younger, but had to stop when I kept losing sleep night after night. I really didn't want a repeat of those days. But I was surprised to see that this particular story wasn't precisely a terrifying read. There were moments, of course. The first line of the book goes: 
 I am where dead children go. 
 If that line doesn't give the air around you an uncomfortable shift ... 
 It's not horrifying, but it definitely has plenty of creepy moments. There have even been a couple of times where I've had to put the story down for a moment or two just to catch my breath and get my pulse back to normal. If you want to stir up your reading and find yourself at the mercy of an interesting, chilly read, give this book a go.