In the first few pages of Doctor Sleep (Scribner, $30), Stephen King's sequel to 1977's The Shining, the fear takes no time rushing back. Here's eight-year-old Danny Torrance—just that name can give an entire generation of sleepless children goosebumps—listening to his mother still choking on the injuries she'd received at the hands of her husband, Jack, that terrible winter at the Overlook Hotel. Danny has to pee, and when he creeps into the bathroom in the night, he sees Mrs. Massey, the woman from room 217, sitting on the toilet, leaving stains in her bloated wake.
That's page 3. I'd started reading Doctor Sleep in bed, and I decided to close it right then, hoping to delay the inevitable nightmares. I read The Shining when I was a kid, and…