When Zelda's grandmother dies, she's surprised to inherit her collection of antique dolls. Although she liked them when she was younger, Zelda now thinks they're a little creepy. Their clothes are old-fashioned and frayed, their porcelain skin is cracked and their eyes appear to stare at you wherever you are in the room. She hides them away in her Charlottetown home and forgets about them. That is, until the night the dolls creep out of the shadows . . . and speak.