Холодная рука в моей руке

Aickman's use of atmospheric locations really draws you into the dread. I'm curious how much the setting shapes the psychological tension.

Some of these tales left me with an unsettling feeling that stayed for days. What parts resonated most deeply or stayed with others?

His stories often feel rooted in everyday life but take a dark turn. I wonder what inspired this unique balance between normalcy and horror.