His House (2020), directed by Remi Weekes, is not your typical haunted house film. Beneath its terrifying supernatural surface lies a deeply human story about grief, guilt, and displacement. It’s a horror film where the ghosts aren’t just spirits—they’re memories, traumas, and unspoken truths.
The story follows Bol and Rial (Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù and Wunmi Mosaku), a married couple who flee war-torn South Sudan and arrive in England as asylum seekers. Given a dilapidated government-assigned house on the outskirts of London, they’re told to stay out of trouble and “be one of the good ones.” But soon after moving in, something begins to stir within the walls.
Strange sounds echo at night. Shadows creep. A presence watches. Bol tries to fix up the house and adapt to their new life, while Rial sees visions of their lost daughter—and something far darker. As the house’s horrors escalate, it becomes clear: they haven’t just brought trauma with them. Something followed them across the sea.
What makes His House stand out is its blend of social realism with supernatural horror. The peeling walls and eerie spirits are metaphors for the couple’s emotional wounds—survivor’s guilt, cultural dislocation, and the unspoken cost of escape. The performances are raw and layered, especially Mosaku’s heartbreaking portrayal of a mother caught between two worlds.
Weekes crafts tension with precision, allowing silence and atmosphere to speak louder than jump scares. The horror here isn’t just fear of the unknown—it’s the pain of remembering, of belonging nowhere, of carrying the dead with you.
Because sometimes the scariest place to live
Is the one where your past knows the way in.
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