1922 is a thriller at best, don't go into this one expecting King's greatest work. This is no Shining, or Pet Sematary, or It (or Carrie, or Children of the Corn, or Cujo, or...). It's basically about a simple farmer, who mumbles incessantly, burdened by hate then guilt then depression. He's never genuinely scared of his dead wife walking around the house, neither is his teenage son. His dead wife isn't even threatening whatsoever. She just kinda hangs out for the shock factor while you're pulled along a long and dramatic journey that ends rather predictably.