I Used to Hear Footsteps
Late-night ghost stories get under the skin
In many ways, Leicester-based actor and musician Jack Britton's one-man ghost story / family drama is just as fragile and elusive as the events he's trying to describe. It's a personal piece, a thoughtful investigation into a house in Beeston where he once lived, and the strange noises and inexplicable activities he just about remembers – nothing too shocking, but, just like his evocative show, uncanny and hard to pin down.
The more he investigates, the more evidence he turns up – and the more logical he attempts to be about his facts, organising them into nice, neat columns on Summerhall's anatomy lecture theatre blackboard until the bizarre goings-on defy his systems and chaos threatens to take over.
Although it ultimately feels like quite a slight show, Britton has come up with a quietly powerful format for his spooky tales. He almost distracts us with the processes of information sifting and scientific theories explaining coincidence, while still managing to conjure up some truly chilling moments – which are all the more potent for being unexpected. For a late-night chiller, it probably won't have you leaving the light on when you go to bed, but its understated creepiness might just get under your skin.
Summerhall, until 27 Aug (not 14, 16, 18, 20, 22, 24, 26), 10pm, £8 (£6).