Mary Coles and her husband have just moved to a historic old cottage. It’s idyllic, remote, picturesque exactly what they need to put the past behind them. One hundred and fifty years earlier, a huge oak tree fell in front of the cottage on a young man with a shock of red hair presumed dead. But the redhaired man lived, and after a brief convalescence was taken in by the family living in the cottage and put to work in the fields. But there was something about the redhaired man that sat ill with the eldest daughter. A presence. An evil. In the present day Mary starts to sense there’s something in the house. Has Mary’s grief turned to madness?
