A fantastic horror story doesn't need jump scares. It doesn't need excessive violence, scream scares or even gore. Make a story creepy enough to make you check in the cupboard at noon as you turn the pages of this book: that's your achievement as an author. 
 For better part of this book, it simply makes you queasy. The stories open with a panoramic view with the characters splattered lavishly in first half a dozen panes. With less than three characters running every story, Carroll reigns in her readers with the primal curiosity that we as a human being posses. We cannot stop watching eeriness crawling into page as the chilling words and blatantly used black, whites and brilliant reds perform a brilliant orchestra on every page. The stories derive their originality in the narrative technique that Carroll so smoothly hands out. The characters essentially have a tinge of loneliness hanging on to their coat tails or have undergone some form of tragic loss in their lives. In this, Carroll excels. 
 There is being scared of unknown and then there is being scared of going through thickly developed woods. I hear you Ms. Carroll. Woods can be freaking scary.