Slowly, quietly, weirdly eating you, this story is. And it's Rosehead, in a way, Rosehead all over, complete with a 13-year-old girl traveling to a creepy desolate Victorian place where nothing seems to happen, and yet the hairs start rising on your neck, and you begin to be very afraid sitting alone in the room, because you're sure something lives there, but you're not sure what... Superb. Simply superb. I'll never look at beach sand the same way again.