Anne, a teenage girl who dreams of being a dancer suffers an obsession and becomes haunted by a ghost of a ballerina in the nineteenth century, who prefers to be called Tata, and who, like a rat, appears out of nowhere and goes beyond, literally, in a blink of an eye, twerking, trolling and twisting facts and factions, and who insists into contacting her in every possible way (even by cell phone and text messages) to tell her story. So she decides to write her story in the form of a play giving vent to her artistic vein, before the ghost dancer make her wiah to cutting the veins of them both, tormenting her from head to toe. As it were not enough many tangles and so many caveats and ties to be untied sneakers, here comes another ghost that looks like it came to torment her too. Giovanni, boyfriend and possible serial killer, and that also seems to have a deep relationship with the teenager proves to be helpful and kind to her, but everything seems to be just a clever way to conquer her world to dominate her and make she do everything he tells her to do, to insert her in their midst to be involved in the same case. Then he begins to tell the story from his point of view. Having two versions, in which one is she going to believe? And as she finishes her own story, will she be able to convey? She hopes to resolve the issue as soon as possible, before they devour or engage her further in a tangle of misunderstandings. Or she will start to disbelieve her own ears and lose herself in the path of her own acquittal tied into an emotional imbalance that at first reveals a tough ancestor line to tread. For this she will need all her courage thus find heroin in her veins, to be able to go face her faith... Or her dreadful fate.