A post-war summer in rural Warwickshire, and Dr Faraday is called to Hundreds Hall, the Georgian seat of the Ayres family for two centuries. The house is failing: crumbling masonry, weed-choked gardens, a stable clock frozen at twenty to nine. Faraday, a working-class doctor drawn to the family's fading gentility, keeps returning as small, inexplicable disturbances gather around them. Sarah Waters writes a slow, exact ghost story where class anxiety and thwarted desire matter as much as anything that goes bump in the dark. The dread accumulates quietly, and what truly haunts Hundreds Hall stays an open question. Elegant, patient, genuinely unsettling.