Here's my attempt at a horror film. I waited until my flatmate was out before filming because I didn't want him to see me lurking around in the garden wearing a clown mask. He probably would have concluded I had a weird clown fetish (the name for that is coulrophilia, by the way). Or even worse, I might have given him a heart attack. He was about 60 at the time, after all.

If you have a heart condition, gentle reader, then I urge you not to watch this incredibly scary film. But if your heart is fine, then go ahead and watch... The Visitor. And if you have coulrophilia, then now's the time to get the tissues.