In perhaps the most magnificent of what he called his "strange
stories, Robert Aickman blurs the lines between memory, premonition and
the hallucinated life. Lene, a woman now recovering from the losses of
the Second World War, recalls a gothic dolls' house of her childhood and
the way in which its uncanny inhabitants entered her dreams. Most
chillingly, the geometries of the house didn't add up; there had to be a
secret room inside it. Years later, she comes across a life-size version
in a wood not marked on any map . . .