Face from the Mirror Corridor

A quiet provincial cemetery. Blackened by time, crooked crosses, graves overgrown with nettles, faded remnants of wreaths from the rains, eternal peace, only disturbed by the cries of disheveled crows. But this is by day. At night – it is the territory of Death. Here, by a mysterious word, doors to other grim worlds open. And woe to those who attempt to penetrate the nightmarish secret of the inhabitants of the otherworld, who wish to make contact with the dead, to enter the chilling world of ghostly shadows...