This book reads like a very early work, like from junior high school, that's how lacking in style the writing is. Bentley Little ignores the paramount rule pounded into the heads of every aspiring writer, "Show. Don't tell."
Most of the book is told in simple declarative sentences: He did this; He did that; Then this happened; Then that happened. The author never made me see, hear, or, most importantly, feel anything that was happening in the story.
Also, this is supposed to be a novella comprising 3 related short stories. But the 1st story, about the gem-defecating kid could (and should) have been omitted, with no effect on the rest of the book. It's nothing more than a senseless hashing out of a silly idea that would have been better left unpublished.
The story has little terror, little suspense, and, ultimately, little merit to recommend reading, Mr. King's absurd blurb notwithstanding.