TO THIS DAY, WHENEVER I AM home alone, I always have the television on. Not because I am addicted to TV shows; I have it on as background noise. It is my version of white noise, that mix of sound waves made up of a wide frequency range. Think of a running fan; a constant sound that begins to blend into the background of your awareness. The reason I have the television on is because I do not want to hear any other noises, especially if they are unexplainable sounds. It may be a creak in the wall or gurgling in the pipes or a humming from the AC unit; I do not want to sit and wonder what they might be or mean. Gratefully, some sounds might have an easy explanation, though I may not know it. However, it is those sounds that cannot be explained that will cause me distress. I used to live in an apartment where periodically I would hear this scratching sound in the walls. With my imagination, I immediately assumed it was a mouse or something larger. It did not happen often; but when it did, I would try to figure out exactly where in the wall it was happening then pound my fist on what I thought was the exact spot to scare whatever was behind the plaster. I only stayed at that place until my lease was up.      MY DISLIKE OF HOUSE SOUNDS BEGAN when I was a little child. I grew up in one of those large, solid apartment buildings that extended around the corner of a city block. There was a ceramic tiled floor in the lobby separated by a glass door that buzzed open to let one enter the inner chamber, where the staircase would surround the light coming down from a large skylight at the top. In our apartment was a room we called the front room, where there was a sofa, chairs and coffee tables. One of the earliest sounds I recall hearing first was this fluttering sound, like a hummingbird’s wings. I was in another part of our home but heard that sound and stopped to figure out where the noise was coming from. As I walked into the front room where the noise was the loudest, I saw one of the venetian blinds covering the window was shaking. I walked over and discovered the window was open, which allowed a breeze to flow through and vibrate the metal slats. That was the sound I was hearing; I closed the window. Through my early years there, anytime I heard an unfamiliar sound at night, I would hide under my blanket. And now after watching this film; I can say I was quite lucky I never got to hear the unfamiliar sounds that were emitted in this horror, mystery thriller.      AFTER A STRANGER ENTERED THEIR HOME seeking help from their father, the younger of the two sisters was convinced something was trying to get her during the nights. With Sophie Thatcher (The Tomorrow Man, Yellowjackets-TV) as Sadie Harper, Chris Messina (Air, Call Jane) as Will Harper, Vivien Lyra Blair (We Can Be Heroes, Dear Zoe) as Sawyer Harper, David Dastmalchian (Dune, The Suicide Squad) as Lester Billings and Marin Ireland (Hell or High Water, Sneaky Pete-TV) as Rita Billings; this movie based on a Stephen King story had a few decent scares, which were aided by the cast’s acting abilities. There was a creep factor throughout the story, but things were kept at a steady pace without much deviation. Though I did not read the book, it was not too difficult to figure out what was going to happen in the scenes. For the most part, there really was not much in the script to provide a true dramatic punch to the story. It seems as if each Stephen King story never translates well onto the big screen. I do not think this film will keep you up at night; but it might make you pay more attention to the sounds you hear.

2 ¼ stars