Can the dead speak to us? And if they can, will we listen?

Jacob was five the first time he saw them, the two strange women in Grandma Rachel's kitchen. They appeared suddenly, from thin air.

It was summer and scorching hot, but the two women wore old-fashioned heavy winter dresses. They spoke with an accent like Grandma, from a land far away.

They had stories to tell. Nice stories that Jacob loved hearing, and awful, painful stories that made him cover his ears.

Now, years have passed and Grandma Rachel is dying. Will Jacob finally be able to listen to what the ghosts have to tell him before it's too late?