Albion Fay, a holiday house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature’s bounty. For the adults, a time for relaxation and to recharge the batteries, while for the children, a chance for exploration and adventure in the English countryside.

A happy time for all: nothing could possibly go wrong. Or could it? What should be a magical time ends in tragedy - but what really happened that summer?

I wish I had somewhere to go where no one could find me, somewhere I could be on my own for a while, away from my fractured family. I look over at the caves, which resemble gaping mouths and hollow eyes, black against the grey rock, and I imagine myself slipping inside, going deeper into the darkness and the silence.

The thought doesn’t comfort me, though. In fact, the longer I stare at the caves the more I imagine something with flat, cold, unblinking eyes staring back at me from the shadows.

They get angry if you look at them, Scott said.

Also: they bite.

I shudder and turn away. As I do so, at the edge of my vision, I see a squat black shape with red eyes watching me from the roadway below.