Even more so than Damian McCarthy’s feature debut (Caveat), this had me jumping out of my skin on several occasions. Normally, I find it difficult to applaud the classic jump-scare, because 90% of the time in supernatural films of this era, they have been executed better by films that came before it, but not this time. The buildups and payoffs to each terrifying sequence are extremely rewarding, capitalising on the fucking tragic central enigma at hand. Not only does it provide a nasty and visceral atmosphere, but it actually manages to maintain it throughout. feels like a classic ghost story: a remote, secluded family home, an unsolved murder, and a clean script. It never lets you go, and it knows exactly where its strengths lie while also subverting whatever preconceived assumptions you may have going in (at least for me that is). The kind of film that manages to crawl into the very pit of your stomach, especially in its final third. Eager to see again and see how it holds up—as of right now, this is probably my favourite horror of the year (or at least up there).