Continuing my rather haunted Christmas I watched the 1975 BBC adaption of MR James' The Ash Tree a few nights ago. The full version is below.
An aristocrat comes into his title and moves to occupy his hereditary seat. It emerges that his ancestors became wrapped-up in the witch-hunting craze and this inheritance drives the short narrative. It's rather a slow affair, but builds tension respectably enough. However, without spoiling things, James' original story relies on the visceral descriptions of some nasty little offenders. I rather felt that the film makers took an awkward path of not showing these grisly critters in enough detail, but also showing them too much to instill implied-horror.
Nothing can touch Whistle and I'll Come to You, but this is a solid addition to the great British canon of televised ghost stories.