The tingly thriller “Presence” starts with a knockout premise: What if you told a ghost story from the perspective of the ghost? Each scene in Steven Soderbergh’s impeccably crafted film is a single take that glides silently from room to room observing what happens in an ordinary suburban house.

Presence,” written by David Koepp (“Kimi”), is a ghost story with a novel idea: The camera is the ghost. The audience sinks inside the POV of a silent figure prowling around a two-story suburban home.

The menacing dark corner of a room. Hair standing up on the back of your neck. A whoosh of air past your arm. That uncanny sensation that just won’t quit. Plenty of us feel, at one time or another, like there’s an unseen someone — or something — watching us.