Quiet provincial cemetery. Leaning crosses blackened by time, graves overgrown with nettles, the remains of wreaths faded from the rain, eternal peace, disturbed only by the cry of disheveled crows. But this is during the day. At night this is the territory of Death. Here, according to a mysterious word, doors to other dark worlds open. And woe to anyone who tries to penetrate the nightmarish secret of the inhabitants of the other world, wants to get into contact with dead people, penetrate the chilling world of ghostly shadows...