You know, I'm not easily frightened. When it's dark, or pitch black in my house, and I hear a noise that's unfamiliar, oh sure, I get a shot of adrenaline, but then I go to confront it. Like the time a couple of ravens were slugging it out at around 10PM and crashed into my window several times when I was asleep. Yeah, it was jarring, but you know what it is, or what it has to be. Me, I went out to immediately challenge whoever it was. Only the "whoever" turned out to be a couple of black birds squabbling over whatever it is birds fight over at 10PM.
Even so-called "scary movies", I shrug at them. Whatever. You know nothing like it exists, and I always approach things from an engineering standpoint; the application of science. So it is that we have Donald Pleasance playing the role of a contemporary of the famed Sherlock Holmes, the magnificent master of critical thinking who induces logic and deduction to solve the most fundamental and most intricate or capers. Only 221B Baker Street is not the home of many a detective in late Victorian England in this show. It is the various apartments around London that we are allowed to look into.
This particular episode is, at first glance, laughable. From the title you'd think you were going to to see something about horse race fixing or stealing animals. But nonesuch is the case here. We have an ethereal antagonist, or do we?
There's a lot of hokum pseudo science and black-arts mumbo-jumbo mixed in with curses the kind of which can only come from merry old England. The story unravels and we are posed with a startling truth that might unnerve you.
I actually don't like the horror or ghost genre in the least. I find it silly and stupid. But every now and then a gem of a story creeps up on you, and just when you think you have the whole thing figured out, the author hits you with something you didn't expect, and it is most entertaining.
The series is the usual late 60s early 70s shot on Video BBC production value fair. Still, it should entertain. Give it a whirl and enjoy.