What can I say? Halloween Bingo made me do it. Normally, I don’t read horror from the 1960s. I was put off by all those smug, seedy, in-it-for-the-naughty-bits Denis Wheatley books that were everywhere when I started reading horror in the 1970s. I picked up ‘Nothing But The Night’ as a strongly recommended example of 1960s British horror. I knew it had been made into a movie and I was intrigued to see a horror book with a title that referenced Houseman’s ‘A Shropshire Lad’.

The story follows a pattern of apparently accidental deaths that might be murders that befall the members of a charity run by a bunch of millionaire philanthropists. Is it a series of bizarre coincidences or an evil plot or the act of one mentally disturbed woman who believes she has the sight? And are the children at the luxury orphanage that the charity runs in…