The blurb on the back of the book states: 'The Haunted is utterly compulsive and will chill you to the bone' - or, er, not.
I like the setting, but that's not enough to make the story compulsive. It never really gets going. I kept on waiting to be scared but the writing just doesn't achieve this, even when the plot dictates it should.
The protagonists are a married couple who don't really know each other at all. So far, so ho-hum. They are both unlikeable, the bullying husband only marginally more so. I really wouldn't have cared two hoots whether they lived or died.
Is the bothy haunted? Or is someone playing tricks on them? Or are they both just losing their marbles due to the lack of food and their geographical isolation, a la Lord of the Flies? Do we even care by the end of it?
As novels go, this one is just ok, but it's hardly going to set the world alight. As horror stories go, I've been more scared reading Harry Potter.