Syria Warrington came home one afternoon and found an old black top hat on her front step, being a lover of all things old; she did not hesitate to take it into her home. But bringing this top hat into her home unknowingly exposed her to the spirit that called this hat, home. The strange happenings that began to take place in her home, from that day on had Syria questioning her sanity. Her life, as she knew it, began to quickly unravel, before her very eyes, as night after night she found herself in the arms of a stranger. Were her experiences real or imagined?