I was hoping for something scary, in the vein of Hill House. It was not to be. But when I tell you that Jackson is the master of a perfectly innocuous yet deeply sinister atmosphere... Believe it. Most of these stories are so simple. A thieving housemate. A lover who ghosts. A guest who not only overstays her welcome, but makes herself at home in a literal sense. An uncomfortable neighbor. An overbearing housekeeper. Losing oneself in a drug-hazed, fever dream on an overnight trip to the surgeon. Your first day in the prison of working a retail floor. These are the horrors of everyday life and Jackson taps into the human psyche so well that these mundane snippets of humanity twist into something grotesque and unsettling. Bravo. (Some of it's kind of boring tho. Especially if you're expecting Horror Horror. But still.)