A mother has separated from her husband. Their young daughter is resentful. This afternoon, as mother and child discuss this, they change strangely and begin to grow smarter and speak French.
Dead bodies roam in from the next-door cemetery reciting poetry.
The two women must defend themselves. Only shooting the bodies in the head stops them. Perhaps the nearby factory at which the girl's father works is making these things happen. Something's in the atmosphere. The father shows up, but the girl has shot him, thinking he was a dead poet.