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 didnt 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 . . .