I really don't believe this novel would have been published if it weren't for Stephen king being his father. 
 The book's biggest failing to me was that it seemed like the author wrote it already visualizing the film he thinks it'll eventually be turned into. The tired, boring ghosts with black squiggles over their eyes is exactly the sort of thing that makes it into every god-awful horror film that comes out on Halloween and then retires with a 5% rating on Rottentomatoes a few weeks later. 
 I finished this book about a week ago and already remember basically nothing about it. I strongly suggest passing. 
 That said, I haven't totally given up on Joe Hill yet. I do hope to try one of his others to see if maybe this one just wasn't my cup of tea.