The Stranger In Our House is a thriller seeped in Yorkshire folklore, specifically the legend of the Gytrash.
The Gytrash usually takes the form of a black dog-like beast with glowing red eyes. But it is also said to take the guise of a horse or mule. It haunts lonely roads, perhaps to play tricks on travellers such as giving them wrong directions. But some see it as a much more evil presence, hellbent on causing chaos and destruction to all it its wake. An omen of death.
Doesn’t this sound exactly like something I’d love? Seemingly, a possession story with a folk horror/psychological twist. Yet, surprisingly, it took me a little bit of time before I felt invested in the story.. I’m assuming it’s because the narrative is made up of journal entries, voice recording transcripts, and therapist notes. I suppose that is a good thing as it gives each character their voice and perspective of what is happening, however it took a little while to fully engage me. When the character of Larissa invites the Sykes family to her home to talk to them about local folklore is the moment when I started to feel more invested. I think this story would actually work really well as a found footage horror movie, especially the parts in the woods and the family home.
A couple and their two teenage children move from London into the countryside. To a village called Little Crake. One night their eldest child, a son, Noah goes missing in woodlands surrounding their home. A search party is sent out, his family assumes the worst may have happened to him. Until, curiously, he is found within a hollow of a tree-trunk. He has been missing for three days, yet remembers none of it. He has huge cuts across his torso. Why was he covered in mud and hidden away, alive, within a tree?
His father Aaron feels like Noah just needs some time (and therapy sessions) to process whatever may have happened to him out in the woods, but his mother Meera is convinced that the son that has returned is not the son that left into the woods that night. He is withdrawn from his family, lashing out at school, sleepwalking throughout the night and constantly drawing the woods - The Dark Valley Forest.
This is not the son they know. This is A Stranger In Our House.
”I hastened to Mrs. Fairfax's room; there was a fire there too, but no candle, and no Mrs. Fairfax. Instead, all alone, sitting upright on the rug, and gazing with gravity at the blaze, I beheld a great black and white long-haired dog, just like the Gytrash of the lane.” - Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
3.5 stars