A spirit. A mask. A cult. A way of life and death.
Accompanying her anthropologist husband on a trip to study the Knochine, an isolated tribe in the territory of New Mexico in 1880, Elizabeth Stephenson's life is changing into the substance of dreams. The dreams seem real - too real - more insistent with the passing of each night.
Sometimes the vision wears white; sometimes nothing at all. Sometimes her hands are red with blood. Elizabeth wakes, night after night, trying to call out, but cannot make a sound. After a while she drifts off to sleep...to dream again.
To see the kachina, breathing, and walking toward her. To see the kachina lift her half-mask, and to see the kachina's face, painted with blood - not of beast - but of man.
Terrified, she awakes, and reassures herself. They're only dreams.
Aren't they?
Genre: Horror
Accompanying her anthropologist husband on a trip to study the Knochine, an isolated tribe in the territory of New Mexico in 1880, Elizabeth Stephenson's life is changing into the substance of dreams. The dreams seem real - too real - more insistent with the passing of each night.
Sometimes the vision wears white; sometimes nothing at all. Sometimes her hands are red with blood. Elizabeth wakes, night after night, trying to call out, but cannot make a sound. After a while she drifts off to sleep...to dream again.
To see the kachina, breathing, and walking toward her. To see the kachina lift her half-mask, and to see the kachina's face, painted with blood - not of beast - but of man.
Terrified, she awakes, and reassures herself. They're only dreams.
Aren't they?
Genre: Horror
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