This is the book where ultimately even the bloody vacuum cleaner starts terrorizing people - right?
I know I'm right. Great premise ruined with silly shit that might offer a comic relief in a movie format but in a book abruptly and completely kills the mood and hence the whole story.
Sometimes when you read King you wonder if there really is something wrong with this guy after all. Maybe his brain has momentary but frequent lapses that only we, the readers, get to see in print (because he either has no editor or s/he's too intimidated to say anything)?