Its starts with a wind swept across the fens, an inexplicable rustle and the hint of creepy foreboding that is the signature starting point of Hill's ghostly stories.
This one is as accomplished and effective as the rest, not tired in the least even if there is a cunning formula at work.
Its narrator, Edward, returns to his recently dead aunt's home and remembers, in extended flashback, the spoilt, pale-faced cousin he met there and the unrest that was sparked by her encounter with a doll. Best read at night for full effect.
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