Many refugee stories end in the same place: a safe (if slightly bewildering) new home. And that’s where His House begins, with a Sudanese couple arriving in a quiet English town for their "happily ever after." But as their acclimation process falters, we realise that there's more to blame than cross-cultural misunderstanding. Things begin to go disastrously wrong. “Screaming nightmares” wrong. “Blood magic” wrong. And then, it gets much, much worse. In his debut film, writer/director Remi Weekes performs a truly stunning feat of genre alchemy. He transforms the sort of real-world atrocities that too many people find ways to ignore into unhinged, capital H Horror.

These ghosts are real, and all the more terrifying because of it. Weekes keeps us all on a razor’s edge, aided by stellar cinematography and a brilliant cast, led by Wunmi Mosaku and Sope Dirisu.

His House is an honest account of the human cost of the worldwide refugee crisis. It's also one of the scariest movies you'll ever see. The true horror is that one leads so naturally into the other.