Moving to rural Georgia, a failed academic plans to write a history of his family's old plantation and the horrors that occurred there, but instead discovers a sense of unspoken dread among the townspeople and a long-standing debt of blood.

"You think you got away with something, don't you? But your time has run out. We know where you are. And we are coming."The man on the screen says this in Russian."Who are you?"The man smiles, but it's not a pleasant smile. The image freezes. The celluloid burns exactly where his mouth is, burns in the nearly flat U of his smile. His eyes burn, too. The man fades, leaving the burning smiley face smoldering on the screen."Oh Christ," Andrew says. The...