Face from the Mirror Corridor

A quiet provincial cemetery. Blackened by time, crooked crosses, graves overgrown with nettles, faded remnants of wreaths washed away by rains, eternal peace, interrupted only by the cries of disheveled ravens. But this is during the day. At night, it is the territory of Death. Here, by a mysterious word, doors to other dark worlds open. And woe to him who tries to penetrate the nightmarish secret of the inhabitants of the otherworld, who wishes to make contact with the dead, to enter the chilling world of ghostly shadows…