Creepy-ass book with its creepy-ass Tim-Burton-esque cover and it’s creepy-ass title. My sister and I used to babysit for this family, and one night my sister puts the kids to bed and is sitting on the couch reading a book when she looks up, and the eldest has suddenly materialized in the doorway, and he stares at her without blinking and asks, in his high-pitched nine-year-old monotone, Why did you close the door, Bekah? We don’t like it when you close the door. Straight out of The Children of the Corn, no? Anyway, last night Joel and I went for a walk after dark, and I couldn’t stop repeating to myself, in that high, mock-innocent tone, We have always lived in the castle, Bekah. Creepy-ass kids.