"Then, as I looked, it seemed to me as if they all suddenly became conscious of my presence."
Although short, this story is full of depth and atmosphere. I feel as though I'm at the Villa Cascana. I see the beauty and serenity the home exudes with the lush garden and sparkling blue of the sea. But I can also sense the character's unease as he traverses the large and mostly empty home.
This is my first read of Benson's work and I can say, it's a swift journey into the depths of the unknown, and possibly, a man's irrational dark fears. Benson starts with the beauty of the Villa, continues with the mundane of the visit, then gradually drifts in and out of the horrific events of the character's nights. Everything is even: the length of the story, the amount of characters present, the balance of beauty vs horror, all leading up to the abruptly clipped ending.
This is good. Honest. Natural. Nature is a mystery and can often manufacture the worst of phobias which, like the unnamed character in this story, come out in all their terrifying glory at night.