Eleanor lives with prosopagnosia, the inability to recognize a familiar person's face. When she walked in on the scene of her capriciously cruel grandmother Vivianne’s murder, she came face to face with the killer --- a maddening expression that means nothing to someone like her. With each passing day, the horror of having come so close to a murderer --- and not knowing if they’d be back --- overtakes both her dreams and her waking moments, thwarting her perception of reality. Then a lawyer calls. Vivianne has left her a house, a looming estate tucked away in the Swedish woods. The place her grandfather died suddenly. A place that has housed a chilling past for over 50 years.

Documentary filmmaker Alice Lindstedt has been obsessed with the vanishing residents of the old mining town, dubbed “The Lost Village,” since she was a little girl. In 1959, her grandmother’s entire family disappeared in this mysterious tragedy. Ever since, the unanswered questions surrounding the only two people who were left --- a woman stoned to death in the town center and an abandoned newborn --- have plagued her. She’s gathered a small crew of friends in the remote village to make a film about what really happened. Not long after they’ve set up camp, mysterious things begin to happen. Equipment is destroyed. People go missing. As doubt breeds fear and their very minds begin to crack, one thing becomes startlingly clear to Alice: They are not alone.