“In what ambient light seeps here, from the night-lights of the two bedrooms, the murk of the lower floor transforms Flo’s detritus into ominously indistinct humps and heads and silhouettes. Everything appears marginally animated. The dark energy of night suggests myriad presences. Flo’s enigmatic past crowds her, watching her every footfall through the vicarage.”

“In what ambient light seeps here, from the night-lights of the two bedrooms, the murk of the lower floor transforms Flo’s detritus into ominously indistinct humps and heads and silhouettes. Everything appears marginally animated. The dark energy of night suggests myriad presences. Flo’s enigmatic past crowds her, watching her every footfall through the vicarage.”

— Adam Nevill