Creepy dolls, odd plot structure and a little old lady who may or may not have spent the night among the bins make this no less of a remake of ‘Fear Her’
In a city block of flats unworthy of a name or a location, wee George is suffering from a bad case of sh*tting-his-pantsophobia.
To stop him from associating everything with horror, he has his mum flicker the lights on and off, and shines his torch on his toys to make terrifying shadows dance across the wall.
Across the starry reaches of time and space, the Doc gets a note through to his psychic paper requesting a house call because there’s no way George’s nurse mother could get him any medical attention.
Now Amy, Rory, and The Eleventh Doctor must track down George and force him to confront his phobias while dodging wooden acting, wooden dolls, and wouldn’t you know it, peril down every corridor.