It was grand in a way that would never diminish, no matter how the carpets rotted or the ivy took hold in the mortar ... The house demanded so much of her, and there was still so much left to do.The Reeve stands high on the edge of the Dorset cliffs, grand but dilapidated, awaiting its next inhabitants. Despite Orla''s misgivings about the house, her husband insists that the Reeve will be the perfect place for them to raise their young son and baby daughter.In 1976, Lydia moves to Dorset with the wealthy family she nannies for, a household grieving the recent loss of their patriarch. Lydia soon starts to hear and feel things that cannot possibly be real, but her bereaved employer is far too busy to listen when Lydia tells her something is very wrong.Lydia and Orla are separated by forty years, but both women realise that the longer they stay at the Reeve, the more deadly certain their need will grow to keep the children safe from the house, or whatever lurks inside it...Compulsive and
