Silas wakes with a start in the middle of the night, feeling a suffocating sense of unease — as if he’s being watched. His wife is asleep. He scans the bedroom of their rented holiday cottage, a spooky and unfamiliar place.
He makes out something in the dark. On the chair in the corner of the room. What the. . .? He’s mistaken, surely. It’s his over-active imagination. A trick of the moonlight. No. Someone’s there – an old man. Sitting there, staring back at him. With a terrifying grin on his face. . .