- [Man] There are those who wish to have one final image of their loved ones before they are buried.
- There is a mark on his cheek.
- Yes, Mr.
Henderson.
- [Man] A friend of mine, James Henderson, provides this service.
(somber music) (flash pops) (gulls cawing) (doorknob clacks) - It's a fascinating business you have here.
- There are those who find it somewhat macabre, but I believe we provide an invaluable service to the bereaved.
Herr Hildegard speaks very highly of you.
- He is most kind.
So how may I be of service?
- I've been receiving some disturbing correspondence.
I informed the police, but they have as yet done nothing.
- They are a constant disappointment, are they not?
- They arrive in plain envelopes with no address or postmark.
- Hand-delivered?
- At different times on different days.
Each one contains a photograph I've taken of a deceased loved one.
But they've all been manipulated from the original.
See?
After the first two arrived, I believed someone was gaining access to my studio so I burned every negative in my archive, but still they keep coming.
- And there is no message with them?
- Isn't this message enough?
Whoever is doing this is clearly trying to terrify me.
That ghostly figure is no random woman.
- You know her?
- Her name was Catherine.
She was my wife.
She died last year.
