Not sure precisely what didn't click for me during this much-later reread. This was once one of my favorite King books, but I believe I've grown apart from his style.
I still have a deep affection for the concept of the Indian burial ground that brings animals and people back wrong, from Church the cat, filthy with blood and grave earth, to little boy Gage, saying'mummy I've got a present for you'. And yet, it felt long. This could have been a powerful short story, with less emphasis on the narrator's Doctor skills and more focus on the dead things. The final 10% is just perfect: filled with fear, crying, and death. The rest, however, lacks action and is all build-up, written in that irreverent King style that used to be my cup of tea but now seems to hinder the suspense rather than enhance it.
Not only that, if you have a road at the end of your garden with huge trucks zooming past day and night, build a fence or hold onto your animals and children, you parental failures.
So, in order to potentially ruin another old friend, I'm going to pick up The Dark Half and see whether it's the style, the plot, or me. Wish me well.